Here's the third chapter. I wrote this chapter a little while ago, but from what I can remember, I really enjoyed writing it. I really liked writing Sam's more vulnerable side that is starting to show through and the connection between Tom and Sam so I hope you enjoy it too! xxx

"Tom, please." My voice is now just a whimper.

"Sam. Yes, I'm coming. Where are you? Sam. Sam!" He half shouts down the phone.

"Ladies... In the staff toilets... Hurry" I say, my voice now thoroughly laced with panic. The room is spinning, my ears are ringing and the shaking has subsided ever so slightly but I put that down to the fact that someone is coming to help me. I heave another jagged breath, take the phone down from my ear and press the 'end' button. I release the grip on my phone and just let it drop to the ground. I lean my head on my hand and let pitiful sobs evacuate my body. The painkillers have started to numb the pain but it isn't going away quick enough. I reach into my pocket and bring out the small box of painkillers. I pop another two out into my hand and they bounce up and down as my arm shakes. Even if they don't get rid of the pain, it will definitely take the edge off of it and the caffeine is sure to give me a boost.

I hear the door of the toilet swing open with such a force that it hits the wall behind. I hear footsteps and the slamming of cubicle doors as they search for me.

"SAM!" Tom's voice is thick with worry.

"Tom!" I scream and sob at the same time. Two feet and a shadow appear as he addresses the only thing that is standing in between us and I hear a clink of coins as he rakes for one that will fit the lock. There is a soft click and the door opens carefully.

"TOM" I shriek as I hold up my quivering hand that is covered in the crimson red blood that pools around my seat. I am terrified. "TOM. WHAT'S HAPPENING?" I sob.

"Sam. Oh my God, Sam!" He crashes down onto his knees beside me. He cups my face in his hands and looks into my eyes.

My hands scrabble up to my face and I grab his hand and take it into my own. I whisper as I look up to meet his gaze, my eyes pleading, speaking more words that my voice ever could.

"Help me." I wheeze. "Get Zoe."

He scrambles into his scrub pockets and takes out his phone, his bloody fingertips making their marks on the shiny surface of his new phone. He wipes his hands on his scrubs and calls Zoe.

"Come on Zoe. Pick up!"

Thanks for reading. I'll update as soon as possible x