This Is How A Heart Breaks
Chapter 7 - Broken

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Song is 'This is how a heart breaks' by Rob Thomas.

Phil stopped dead in his tracks. Zain's words hurt him more than he thought possible. Maybe it was because of how unexpected they were. People always picked up on the chemistry between Phil and Sam but they had been friends for years before their relationship had taken any kind of romantic turn. He wondered if something had been going on between Sam and Zain before now and that was why Sam had reacted so badly to their one night stand. That didn't seem to sit right with Phil though, the flirtation between him and Sam had been there for quite a while now but he had noticed none of it with Zain. He slipped out of the way so that neither Zain or Sam would see him. Phil moved passed a hospital bed being pushed by a group of doctors and took a seat in the corridor. He knew he couldn't stay here for long before Zain left and he was spotted but he needed to sit down for a moment.

Zain sighed and sat down on the chair beside Sam's bedside. He had finally summonded the courage to tell her that he loved her but she was still unconscious. It had been for nothing. He didn't even feel better for having confessed his true feelings. He still felt as though his feelings were inappropriate and that Sam would never feel the same way about him. They were colleagues and pretty good friends but Zain was convinced that Sam thought of him as nothing more than either of these things. He just hoped against hope that she would wake up soon so that he could try once more to explain his feelings.

Phil left the hospital and drove across town and back to Natasha's flat. He hated how the old Phil Hunter was re-emerging but it was only way he knew how to deal with the way he was feeling. He knew he should be the one who was spending the night beside Sam's bed rather than in the arms of a woman he barely knew but Sam had Zain for that. It was effecting him more than he thought possible and he hated not knowing what to do about it. His doubts were still plaguing him when he reached Natasha's flat. He rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer. She seemed to take forever.

"Oh, hi." Natasha said, opening the door and looking out a Phil. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and she was wearing a deep pink dressing gown. "Sorry, I was just in the bath."

"Oh, sorry I didn't realise." Phil apologised, then he smiled cheekily. "Mind if I join you?"

When Sam finally came round Zain was sat by her beside fast asleep. The trauma of Sam's illness to the stress of trying to tell her how he felt had taken it's toll on Zain. Sam stretched a little, getting used to her surroundings. She didn't remember much of what had happened that had lead her to wake up in a hospital bed with a pounding headache, far worse than the hangover she had had. Zain looked peaceful as he slept and, despite her pain, Sam smiled as she looked at him. Something stirred inside of her, she had been seeing Zain in a new light but she had been so preoccupied by whatever was, or wasn't going on between her and Phil that she hadn't really thought about it.

Zain could almost feel Sam's eyes on him when he awoke and he felt guilty for falling asleep and not being there for her when she came round. He stretched out in the uncomfortable chair and yawned.

"How are you feeling?" Zain asked, relieved that Sam wasn't more critically ill.

"I've been better but I'm okay thanks." Sam smiled. "If it's any consolation I don't feel as bad as you look." Zain ran a hand over his day's growth of stubble and looked at his crumpled suit. He stood up slowly.

"Someone's feeling better then." He joked back, then he became serious. "You gave us quite a shock back there Sam."

Sam nodded. "I gave myself one as well." She reached out for Zain's hand and he let her take it.

Phil woke up and was instantly ashamed of himself. His initial intention the previous night, before his date with Natasha, had been not to sleep with her. It was too soon after his liaison with Sam and he wanted to let those wounds heal first but now he had reverted back to his old self and he didn't like it at all. Natasha stirred in her sleep next to him but he didn't want her to wake up. Maybe he should get up and get dressed, he could escape before he had to deal with the reprecussions of the night before but he wasn't like that anymore, he had to face up to his actions and even his mistakes.

Zain came back to visit Sam later that day. When she saw him she was a little disappointed that Phil hadn't come to see her yet. Zain placed a bunch of grapes on the bedside trolley along with some magazines and handed Sam a bouquet of brightly coloured. She thanked him and leant up to kiss him on the cheek. She was beginning to forget about Phil when Zain sat down and began telling her about work.

"And you'll never guess who Tasha's got her claws into already?"

Sam didn't need to guess, her gut already knew.

"Who?" She asked, just to be polite and show an interest.

"Phil." Zain said and smiled, Sam smiled too but inside she felt hollow and the pain was much worse than that of her injuries.