Sam's P.O.V
I'm worried about Tom,he hasn't answered his phone in hours,my shift finished hours ago but I don't want to leave Tom's parents to their own devices ,not only are they vulnerable in their hour of devastation but also something about me doesn't trust them. I am glued to the floor,unsure what to do,so I keep working to keep my mind off Tom,his DNA results will be back soon. He's right though they are hiding something, his mother is particularly antsy unable to hide her nerve, his dad appears to be sweating and like me they are unsure what to do. They've been shunted back to the relatives room while Grace was moved to the mortuary. So I just keep working,Zoe can count it as overtime. I take bloods from the Friday night drunks,my ears sharpened for the shrill of my phone from Tom, by now it's almost 2 a.m and the day feels unimaginably long,my eyes feel like lead slowly shutting when I know I have to go to bed,even if it is in the on-call room. The sandpaper sheets caress my skin as I flop downwards,I feel the tendrils of sleep beckon me, I feel myself falling toward it when my phone finally begins to project the uncomfortably loud ringtone, I grab it within the first ring,it's Tom.
Tom's P.O.V
It's getting on to 2a.m and I've found very little conclusive evidence,there are pictures of Grace as a foetus, bits on the latest car insurance deal but little to nothing on Grace,I sit amongst the darkness,too sullen with sadness to even get up and turn the light on besides the dog's greying muzzle is resting on my legs still encased in scrubs. Finally I reach the point of despair and tip the whole drawer onto my mother's immaculate floor, as I do so, like a feather it floats out drifting slowly down, it's Graces's birth certificate it lands besides the dog's snout making her twitch her whiskers in a sleepy response. I think I knew it,when the idea came to me, I think inside I knew but I needed to be certain. The same name that meant nothing to me on my birth certificate but now means so much more to me is scrawled across the page ,Grace is my sister,my real sister amongst the lies and the false promises and God knows what my parents have done Grace is,was my real sister. I feel relieved, overjoyed even but the fog of uncertainty smoulders my happiness,why,why would my parents hide this from us the whole time, I would of thought they'd of loved us to of had each other, to know we were actually brother and sister. Although I've uncovered this there's still something else my parents are hiding. I pick up my mobile to tell Sam the news that my sister and I, we are in fact related and I'm on my way back,she needs to keep my parents at the ED. I'm going to get the truth from them, I'll finally be able to see why they seem so evasive about Graces's past...