Here's the second chapter. I can't promise that updates will be regular, I'm rubbish at time-keeping as it is but I'll try my best. I never put a chapter up if I'm not 100% happy with it anyway so you'll only get the best and hopefully the wait will be worth it!

I'd like to thank Nicole for helping me and basically being my editor and suggesting things that make it better so thank you Nicole! :)

I pull myself together enough and wipe away my tears and I steady my breathing by humming deep breaths; filling my lungs to their limit.

But without warning, I suddenly feel a cold shiver run down my spine. Then my legs start to violently shudder. These shakes creep up my torso until my whole body convulses uncontrollably. I feel cold - really cold - on the outside, but on the inside I'm burning up.

I attempt to curl up into a ball, but as I haul my legs up to my chest I feel them go warm. The warmth creeps around where I am sitting. I put my hand down to the floor and lift it up to see what it is.

I bite my knee and try with all my might not to scream; my breathing quickens.

Sam think. Think! You know all of this. You're a doctor for crying out loud! You don't need anybody's help. You've managed up until now. Just sit here a little while longer until everything calms down. No one will notice you're gone. It'll stop, just give it time.

I sit there, thoughts are whizzing through my head. But there is one thought that keeps coming back around. As the enormity of the situation hits me, I come to my senses – I am a doctor and if I knew there was someone out there refusing treatment, I would go out of my way and do the utmost to make them see sense. Today, that person is me.

My breathing is getting heavier and I know this isn't going to help matters. While taking big deep breaths and humming again, I work out what to do. I reach into my pocket and take out my phone. I unlock it and press my speed dial. I move my shaking hand from where it is firmly clenched around my knees and put the phone up to my ear.

The phone rings for what seems like an age. My concentration is beginning to waver and my eyes droop shut but they surely snap open when I hear a click and a rustling of noise on the other end of the line.

"Hey Sam!" The sickly cheerful voice says and I feel another violent shake rack my body. I compose myself enough to speak but although there is sound, it is pitiful. My voice is harsh and raspy.

"Tom, help, please. I'm bleeding"

Thanks for reading! The next chapter should be up sometime this weekend or early next week since I have a long weekend so thanks for reading! :) x x