Thank you very much for the reviews for the first chapter :) To the guest reviewer who gave me constructive criticism, thanks and I understand what you mean. I think I've just been writing too much tam recently so I get stuck on ideas sometimes but after this fic, I'm gonna focus on Holby for a while. Hopefully when I return to casualty fics I'll explore some new genres and ideas.
"Max, I need my patient to be taken to CT now." Sam ordered.
"No Sam, my patient is more critical so we're taking him up now." Zoe interrupted and so the porter turned to Zoe's bed with an unconscious and intubated patient lying on it.
"But mine may have an aneurysm on the brain that could rupture at any moment." Sam protested. "I need to get a scan to get a better look and if I'm right then he needs an emergency theatre slot."
"Sorry Sam but I'm taking priority for this one."
"You're not clinical lead anymore Zoe." Sam argued.
"No but I am still a consultant so you need to watch your tone with me." Zoe warned. Out of anger, Sam then threw her patient's file onto the nurses' station without watching where it landed before she stormed off leaving a very confused Zoe. "Just take him up, they'll know what to do with him." Zoe said to Max who began wheeling the bed away and then she walked over to the staffroom where she found Sam sitting at the breakfast bar with her head resting on the surface in front of her and she looked like she was about to rip her own hair out. "Sam, what the hell was that about?" Zoe demanded.
"You shouldn't have undermined me in front of my patient." Sam argued exhaustedly as she raised her head.
"I'm deputy clinical lead Sam, and a consultant. Besides, I- are you crying?" Zoe asked as she noticed the young doctor's eye glisten in the artificial lights.
"Of course I'm bloody not." Sam snapped.
"Sam, what's going on with you? You're shouting one minute and then emotional the next. I don't mean to spoil any surprises but if you're pregnant you can't continue to be like this for the next nine-"
"I'm not pregnant!" Sam protested with far more confidence than she truly had but she froze when her husband walked into the room.
"Zoe can you give us a minute?" Tom requested.
"Sure." Zoe replied exasperatedly as she certainly wasn't getting anywhere with Sam so she slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"Have you done a test then?" Tom asked as his wife had seemed rather adamant that she wasn't carrying his baby.
"No... Just leave me alone." Sam ordered quietly as she slipped off of the chair and then she went to the only place she would be able to hear herself think.
Sam was in deep thought as she looked over Holby City from the roof of the hospital, leaning on the railing as she watched people below her getting on with their lives which was what she wished she could do. But suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted.
"Care to tell me why Tom is downstairs seething and ranting about something but he won't tell me what?" Fletch asked as he hoped that his best friend would talk to him if she wasnt going to talk to her husband.
"Not you too." Sam grumbled.
"What?" Fletch protested innocently.
"Just stop asking questions alright? I came up here to be by myself or was that not obvious?"
"Ah, now I see what he means about the snappiness." Fletch concluded.
"What did he tell you?" Sam demanded.
"Nothing. Just that you're a bit moody and he only told me because he's worried about you and he thought you might've said something to me. So c'mon, why are you being like this? Is it your special time of month?" Fletch asked mockingly in a way that only the best of friends would joke. Sam just rolled her eyes in reply. "It is isn't it?" He smirked.
"I wish it was." Sam mumbled slowly.
"What? You mean you're... Have you done a test?" He asked as he put his arms around her shoulders.
"No. First Tom and now you. Can you please just not bug me about doing a bloody-"
"Alright, I only asked. I thought maybe you'd already done one but obviously not. Just a warning though, and I'm going to make a quick exit after this comment for fear of getting my balls kicked in, you are being really irritable and moody, and not very nice to be around at the moment." Fletch stated before he quickly walked back over to the door and made his way back down to the ground floor of the hospital where he worked.
5:30pm
After a very, very long day at work Sam had just gotten changed in the toilets and returned to the locker room to get her bag when she found a note and a pharmacy bag on top of her things.
'Just take it when you're ready, and I'm here for you. Tom x'
Sam rolled her eyes as she shoved the box in her handbag, put her yellow stethoscope into her locker and then slammed it shut though she revealed that her husband had been standing right next to her.
"I'm sorry, if I seemed like I was rushing you to take a test because I wasn't." Tom began slowly. "It just came as a shock, but just... Take the test in your own time, when you're ready. But for now, how about I give you a lift home and we get a takeaway because I'm starving and I had breakfast and half of my lunch whereas you've had nothing so you must be hungry too." Tom suggested.
After having dinner, which even Sam couldn't refuse because of her temporary fasting during the day, she had gone and hidden in their bedroom whilst Tom watched the Sky Sports News channel when he suddenly heard the bedroom door creak open, and his heart skipped a beat as he wondered if she had done the pregnancy test and that his life was about to be changed forever. But he became baffled when Sam placed the unopened box containing the two tests in his lap and then she sat on the other side of the two seater sofa, as far away from him as she possibly could.
"I don't understand." He stated confusedly after checking that both ends of the box were sealed.
"I don't need it anymore." Sam murmured.
"What?"
"Let's just say I know why I've been snappy these past few days." Sam admitted as she avoided eye contact with him.
"What? A seriously bad case of PMS?" Tom questioned and Sam reluctantly gave a small nod in reply. "And you've come on just now?" He asked and Sam nodded once more. "Come here." Tom shuffled along the sofa and then put his arm around her so that her head rested on his shoulder as he placed his other hand on her thigh. "Are you in any pain?" He asked softly.
"Yep." Sam replied bluntly. "And I deserve it." She added quietly.
"No you don't, no one deserves to be in pain." Tom protested kindly. "You've just had a bad day and been a bit moody, no harm done."
"But you've had to put up with me all day, and I've been cruel to you, and Fletch. And I was out of order to Zoe."
"Ah but you see, earlier you were going through a a snappy phase, and now you're going all weepy and I love it when you're like this." Tom grinned as he rested his head on the side of hers.
"I'm not weepy. I just... Ugh, I don't even know what I am to be honest." Sam sighed. "What I said about not having kids yet... I didn't mean that we'd have to wait years for it, I just meant that... Well I want to plan it, and know what's happening and control when it happens not just by accident."
"Well why didn't you say that earlier?" Tom asked softly.
"Because I was too stubborn and stroppy." Sam shrugged and Tom smiled before he remembered something.
"I've got a secret stash of chocolate on top of the kitchen cupboards. And it's your favourite; Dairy Milk chocolate with Oreos and cream inside. We could get our pjs on, cuddle under a blanket and watch a film or something whilst we stuff our faces."
"That sounds like something a teenage girl would do with her boyfriend." Sam pointed out.
"Well what do you want to do then?" Tom asked.
"I didn't say I didn't want to do it." Sam quipped. "And if you ever hide chocolate from me again, you'll be in trouble." She added playfully before she got up to go and get changed so that they could snuggle up for the evening.
The End.
Thanks for reading, please review :) I can't believe I'm starting college next week! I'm dreading it!