AN: Sorry it's been so long since i last updated. A-levels are hard and I've had no time to write. But I'm back... for now.

Chapter seven

Sam was sat on the sofa in the staff room. She had her stethoscope in her hand and was banging it against her knee to a rhythm in her head. There was a cup of coffee standing alone by the sink. Sam had made it for herself but then lost the taste for it. It was cold now.

A few minutes had passed when Zoe walked in. She strutted over to the cabinets looking for something to eat. "It's quiet out there." She said as she opened a drawer and let out a reluctant sigh when she realised it was empty.

"Is it?" Replied Sam rather dully, "I wouldn't know, I've been in resus talking to our patient … James."

Zoe swallowed. "Oh, have you?" She closed the draw and turned to face Sam, leaning on the desktop behind her she asked, "Does he have any recollection of the accident?"

"No."

There was a pause as silence hung in the air.

"But he seems to remember something else … about last night with a certain someone who may or may not be in this room right now."

Zoe's heart sunk because she knew it was going to get out sooner or later. She knew her colleagues would find out, and when they found out so would Dylan. She tried to recompose herself and act as though she didn't know what Sam was getting at. "Are you sure? It could be from his concussion that his memories are getting muddled together."

Sam smirked at Zoe and then turned her gaze to her stethoscope which she had now stopped tapping against her knee. "That could be it. Except for the fact he doesn't have a concussion."

Zoe turned to look out of the window. She dropped her head, gave a sigh and then asked Sam to explain James' course of advents.

His story matched her own, up to the very last detail. Although there weren't many details for Zoe to remember as for most of the night she had been wasted.

"Please don't tell anyone. I didn't realise his age. It was dark, I was drunk, and he was probably drunk too. We were both looking for a good time." Zoe pleaded.

Sam looked her up and down, "Sounds like you had a good time to me."

"Oh don't you go all cynical on me. It was just a kiss." She hissed back.

Sam rose from her seat and approached Zoe. "You think that's how Dylan's going to see it? 'It was just a kiss'" her voice was patronising and didn't make Zoe feel any better about the events that had just unravelled. "He likes you."

"No he doesn't."

"Yes, he does. I've seen the way he looks at you. He used to look at me in that exact same way. He cares about you. It's obvious to everyone except you. Why do you think he dressed your hand for you, why he let you ride in his car, why he stayed the night at your place?"

"I don't know. I never thought about it, I assumed he was being nice." But when has Dylan ever been nice?

"Oh come on Zoe. I know you like him back. Why else would you be worried about people finding out what happened between you and James? I know this isn't the first occurrence." Sam had a vacant look in her eyes. "If you really do like him … don't mess it up. Don't make the same mistake I did. He's been through a lot in his past and he deserves better."

Zoe allowed a little smile to creep across her face as she embraced Sam for a hug. "Thank you." She whispered in her ear.

Outside the staff room, the two young doctors were unaware that Dylan had just heard the whole conversation. He had come for a bowl of his cereal but was stopped in his tracks when he heard the rumpus coming from beyond the door and decided to listen in. Thanks Sam he thought to himself sarcastically.