Really sorry for the lack of updates,my Internet has been down ,it was an incredibly hard time for me.
Tom's P.O.V
I just stare at my mother,my jaw wide open in this discovery. It takes a moment before it processes properly before I rise from the chair and run, I don't realise I'm doing it until I'm doing it. I don't realise where I'm going until I grow closer to the signs. The mortuary. People scurry out of my way,I'm running so fast wards are just blurs,the mortuary is generally hidden away,people don't want to know about it or go there,I do. I slow outside the doors bang the code into the door lock ,the staff down here look surprised "I need to see Grace Kent please" I stammer breathlessly. I have to wait a moment or so,but I meander into the visitors room and she lies there,someone has turned her mouth into a smile and her hair has been brushed ,her nails still coated in chipped blue nail varnish that made our mum snarl. I sit with her and explain to her everything,she's so peaceful I'm almost tricked into thinking she's just asleep,but her still chest reminds me she is not,she is in another place ,not here.
It's almost 8 o'clock,I can't help but think this time yesterday we were sitting at the breakfast table having weetabix, I'd have one sugar on mine,she'd have two,I remember as kids we'd scrap over who got the last weetabix "at least you won't have that problem now" I hear Grace's voice ring through my skull and I smile sadly, my face is stiff from the frown that has settled on my face and to smile makes my face ache. When I finally feel I have to go to sleep before I pass out I kiss Grace's cold forehead and stroke her delicate face. As I return to the car I realise I completely forgot about the dog who whines for me as I fall into the drivers seat and drive to Sam's flat,I can't face Grace's stuff right now.
I ring the bell but I still search for the key she hides in the shrubbery,she answers the door before I can find it,I jump at the door swinging open and bash my head off the dying pansies in the hanging pots,tears well in my eyes at the fright, all of my emotions come through in the form of tears, Sam guides me into the flat as I sob into her chest, I can't cope,I can't do it, I don't know what is right anymore, there is still so much I need to do for Grace but I'm so physically exhausted, I just despair, I can't cope.
I fall into the crisp white sheets that Sam's scent lingers onto she lies beside me,stroking my hair as the Rosie settles beside me on the floor, I allow a few more tears to trickle off my nose onto the pillow before my eyes slowly close and the tendrils of sleep pull me under.
Sam's P.O.V
Tom sleeps through a whole day, wonder if I should him, but wake he seems too peaceful, I just let him sleep a whole day away,sometimes that's how people handle difficult situations. It crosses my mind to go out cycling but after everything that has happened I decide against it even though lighting never strikes twice. I opt for a run leaving Tom in a incredibly deep sleep, I've never ran as fast as that as, I feel so angry at what has happened to Tom my legs are carrying me so fast I realise I need to stop for breath,panting like a dog I decipher the cruelty of the world for taking Grace,she was 18, she wasn't ready to go,it's hard being a doctor when someone young dies anyway but with Tom on top it makes things impossible. I run right into the countryside not realising what I'm doing entirely from the far distance I see a section of the road cut off by police tape, I run closer intrigued. Glass still litters the road,as does the remnants of cars all piled into the bottom of a hill that curls into a bend. In my mind I know this is where Grace was found but I can't force myself to stay and look, I simply run as fast as I can back home.
I creep around my own home like an I trader not wishing to wake Tom, I shower, I get dressed, I feed the dog some old dog biscuits from the back of the cupboard from when Dervla used to visit and jump into the car. The florist cells me a huge bouquet of flowers "For someone special?" the florist coos at me "yeah" I smile before I pile back into the car. I drive back out into the country to the bottom of the hill where it curls into a tight bend where glass litters the road as does the remnant of cars, I step out, glass crunching beneath my shoes, I duck beneath the police tape,there is no one to stop me and I lay the first of mourners flowers. I sit beside them for a little,enjoying the sound of sheep, trickling streams and rustling bushes.
Somehow I find my way to the ED to check my post, I hope to be able to sneak through but Zoe corners me "Sam! How is Tom? Tell him he can take as much time as he wants off ok? Poor kid" Zoe babbles "sure" I nod, I'm not really in the mood for talking, I only came here for one thing,Tom's DNA results. I'm not sure why if he could confirm it on the birth certificate,maybe he just wanted to be certain. I go to my pigeon hole and sure enough the results are there, I don't dare open them,Tom needs to find out in his own time. On the ride home I begin to realise how different life for Tom will be for him and therefore for me. He's still asleep as I creep into my bedroom, I try to sit gently on the bed but he awakes to the disturbance,he rolls over to face me,his eyes just slits,he's smiling,then be remembers. The dark lull of misery replaces his smile and his eyes take in the glassy effect "hi" I whisper softly,he gives me the once over "where have you been?" He asks his voice still deep with sleep "just to do a few jobs,I got the results, I thought you'd want to open them yourself" I murmur handing him the envelope. He takes it from slides the letter from the envelope, his eyes scan wildly not even reading the whole letter just looking for that all important section,he smiles then folds the envelope away.