Chapter 8: Subtle gestures
It was lunch-time by the time Phil got to the hospital that Sam was staying at. The MET had decided to keep Sam and Stuart as far away from each other as possible. Sam on one side of Sun Hill and Stuart on the other.
Phil burst through the doors of Sam's ward and ran over to her bedside. Sam looked up only to be impaled by Phil hugging her with all his might.
"Thank god you're okay!"
"Oh Sam, I thought I was going down for life. During the whole interview all I could think about was you."
"What? You've not been arrested?"
"Nope! Stuart refused to testify against me!"
"You're joking right?"
"You know me Sam I would never joke about something like this."
"I've got good news too. I've been checked over and im free to go home whenever I want."
Phil hugged Sam tightly. "That's great! You know…"
"What?"
"You can kip at my place whilst you're getting back on your feet if you want. You know as a mate I am expected to be there for you."
Sam smiled at Phil, tears brewing in her glossy eyes. "Thanks Phil that would be great. I don't know what I would do with out you!"
"Same here. Now…" Phil put on a fake over eccentric British accent. "Would one be privileged as to escort you to your mode of transportation?"
"Ever the gentleman." Sam laughed.
"May one take your hand and lead you out of this building?"
"Yeah why not."
Hand in hand they walked out of the hospital and over to Phil's car. They sat down and Phil put on the radio. They drove out of the car park and back to Phil's
