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My eyes are drooping shut again. The harsh gaze of the artificial lights is giving me a throbbing headache, just to add to the pain of my stomach that still tugs away at me. Tom is speaking to Zoe on the phone. He is trying so hard not to let his worry show, I guess it's for my sake, but every now and then his voice quivers and he has to take a deep breath before continuing; his beautiful blue eyes glistening in the light with the excess tears. They frantically flick between me, the floor and the cubicle wall. Checking up on me but trying to avoid my eye contact.
"Staff toilets. Please, just come now. I'll explain when you get here. Just hurry, please." Tom's voice breaks on the last sentence. He listens to Zoe and then takes his phone down from his ear. He looks at it for a minute, seeming to be somewhere else, and then his eyes flick back into reality and he hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket. He looks at me with eyes full of pity and sorrow and shuffles closer to me.
"Please don't" I wheeze.
"Don't what?" He asks, genuinely confused.
"Don't look at me like that, please." I plead. He sighs; he can see right through me, always could.
"Sam, just stop it. You're ill, even a blind man could see that. You're barely conscious and you're trying to stop me giving you sympathy." He says, trying to reason with me. But he's right and I sigh, too out of it to argue.
"Sorry." I try to say but it just comes out as a gasp as a wave of agonising pain sweeps over me. I clutch my stomach and clench my eyes shut as to block out the pain. My other hand desperately searches for something to hold on to. I feel the newly washed fabric of Tom's scrub top in my palm and grab a big handful into a ball in my hand. I pull him towards me and he puts his hand on the floor to steady himself.
"Woah, Sam! Sam!" He says but I'm too engrossed in the pain to answer.
Just then, Zoe rushes in all in a fluster.
"Oh. My. God, Sam." She then turns to Tom. "What happened?"
"Erm.. I don't know. One minute we were finishing up with a patient. Then we went our separate ways. The next I get a call from her telling me she's bleeding. This is what I found her like. I don't know what to do. Zoe? What's happened?!"
"Tom calm down. Sam can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?"
I peel my eyelids open and am greeted with two extremely worried expressions. Their outlines are blurry and I try and fight to keep my eyes open. Zoe is now kneeling down next to Tom, propping herself up with on hand on the wall. She seems to be missing her shoes and I make a mental note to ask her about it later.
"Right, that's good Sam. That's it, try and zone in on my voice." Her voice is encouraging. Their blurred outlines slowly sharpen to form two defined figures.
"Zoe," I say. "What's happening to me? I'm bleeding."
"Yes I know. I'm so sorry Sam; I think you've had a miscarriage."
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