Part 2 of 11.
Oh, so this got a lot more attention than anticipated.. however, thank you to everyone who reviewed and those who alerted it. I do hope you enjoy chapter 2.
He stepped out of the staff room, Zoe on his heels, and he turned round to the face her: "Do you know what that could mean?" He watched as she struggled to form words and answer him, so she simply nodded her head - and despite the public setting he allowed her to take his hand for the briefest of moments, in some sort of gesture of comfort.
Initially they had rushed off in the same direction, causing Charlie to look up at them both in confusion, as Zoe stuck her head around the door to Resus - and although she knew, had Sam been in there, it would mean that they must've passed each other. She knew that Dylan had rushed immediately outside, though she had never know Sam to disappear outside mid-shift she was hopeful that he'd have more chance of tracking her down than her.
While he never suspected she might be there when he was hurriedly trying to place where she might have went to in the hospital, it was Zoe's words which suddenly circled his mind again, suggesting that she felt that Sam would have went to him if she was frightened but somehow his feet carried him to the darkened CDU. As he put his head around the door, he noted her instantly recognisable form curled up with her head on arms, with the legs tucked under her and he begin to stride purposefully towards her determined to find out what she believed was going on and possibly discuss what he thought just might be going on.
"Sam?" She felt herself being shaken awake, she lifted her head from her arms, cautiously, fully aware of the pounding in her head as she looked up at who had interrupted her peaceful rest. She found herself looking at Dylan, noting the worry that was now fleeting across his face, she did wonder how she looked herself. After what it seemed Dylan had deemed an adequate amount of time to look at her inquisitively, probably taking in a thousand tiny details, he began to speak: "Zoe's looking for you." He paused again, and she was beginning to think that he was going to leave when he moved. Instead, however, he stepped closer to her and crouched down at her side, turning her face so she was facing him. "Aren't you feeling well?" She rubbed the palm of her hand across her forehead roughly, trying desperately to stop the pounding, as she closed her eyes, knowing that tears of complete exhaustion were threatening to fall from behind her closed eyelids. She felt Dylan take her hand, halting her movements, but she couldn't bear to open her eyes and look at him.
She couldn't bring herself to take her hand away from the comfort, that it being in his was providing, so she opted to answer his question as best she could: "I don't know…" Her voice was timid and tearful, and the pain in her head was only increasing; she was beginning to feel quite nauseous, again, but she suspected that, that was because she hadn't eaten since the previous night.
"Talk to me Sam? Zoe's spoken to me, so what happened earlier?" He reached out to hold her face in both his hands, keeping her looking at him, she opened her eyes to reveal the unshed tears which were threatening to fall with complete fear.
She choked back a sob, as the tears began to steadily fall down her pale cheeks, a few deep breaths later, she found herself making an admission which scared her more than she'd ever admit: "I can't see Dylan." Her voice was all but a whisper, and she found herself unable to prevent the sobs which were threatening to overwhelm her. He hadn't been able to respond to her sudden admission and it was through distressing sobs that she had managed to narrow down her cause for concern: "Everything is a blur." He swallowed as he tried to work out how to deal her distressed state, he never normally attended to patients like this, that was always some else's job. She reached out her hands to him, and noticed almost immediately that they were shaking, carefully he moved, taking one of her hands so he could support her. He placed one hand behind her shoulder, and he was relieved when she stood up and began to walk with him. He helped her sit down on the nearest bed, but almost instantly he watched her curl up wrapping her arms around her knees - the only noise she was making was the odd sniffle as she obviously remained crying silently.
The text he had sent to Zoe had only said the letters: 'CDU', but she had arrived only minutes later, looking as worried as he felt. Which was how he came to be standing at the other side of the room, desperately trying to stop the horrifying conditions racing through his mind, watching Zoe pled with an obviously distressed Sam. After a few minutes, she appeared to have coaxed Sam into sitting position, and was gently propping her up with pillows - as the blonde sat apparently lost in a world of her own - before she began bustling about near the water cooler, pouring glasses of water, lifting paper towels and card bowls, before returning to Sam's side and beckoning him over. She handed him the cup of water, when he sat on the edge of bed, and watched Sam's hand almost connect with his own, and she blinked rapidly while moving her hand around trying to find his; the terror etched across her face was all too much and he simply grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly.
He noticed almost instantly that his wife's face appeared to have lost even more colour since he had walked across the room, and he was almost certain that she would be sick sooner rather than later. His consideration was proven only seconds later when Sam had swayed dangerously, and Zoe had quickly made to support her, before placing a cardboard bowl in her hands and gently began rubbing the small of her back in a circular motion, as Sam had paled considerably. He kept the hand he had taken tightly in his, feeling her thin frame shaking, as he noted the now greying tinge Sam's skin tone had adopted. "Feeling sick?" He had questioned her gently, unsure how she'd react to being so vulnerable, but when she had seen her turn her head slightly towards Zoe he realised that he may have to step away from the situation for a minute.
He moved quickly and retreated to the desk watching as Zoe had gently wrapped her arm round her, before settling herself on to the bed, as Sam had coughed and spluttered before throwing up and very promptly bursting into tears. He wasn't entirely sure if he was welcome to return, yet even from his distance he could make out Sam's distressed sobs about wishing to go to sleep; it was then Zoe had raised her head and turned her attention to him, indicating that he could now return to Sam's side. By the time he was, he noted that Sam had managed to somehow make herself comfortable and did appear to be asleep. He brushed a few stray hairs from face before he turned to see where Zoe had went.
Taking one last look at the sleeping Sam, he retreated to Zoe's position three beds away and sat down on the one next to her before she began to speak, quietly so as not to wake Sam, "Do you see what I mean?" He nodded his head in understanding, and was about to respond when Sam had gasped in obvious pain, and her eyes and flickered open and in obvious distress she had began to frantically looking around her - it seemed though she relaxed the moment she had heard their footsteps walking back towards her.
"It's too bright." Both consultants were pulled from their own thoughts by Sam's voice, and turned in time to noticed her closing her eyes tightly - determined to get back into the darkness. "Hurts." She had tearfully whispered the word, and they couldn't be sure who she was telling but Zoe stepped back from the bed - considering the possibility of going to find Nick for assistance - as she watched Dylan attempt to provide his wife with some form of comfort.
Eventually, Zoe noted, that she seemed settled leant against Dylan's chest; head buried in his shirt so she could no longer see the harsh lights. She quickly crossed the room, in order to dim the lights and prevent any further unnecessary distress to the younger woman, before taking the opportunity to join them on the bed. Gently, she took one of Sam's hands, alerting her to the fact that she was there before she began to spoke, exchanging a significant look with Dylan as she did as: "Would you object to a scan?" She watched as Dylan gently dropped his lips to the top of Sam's hair, fear flooding his expression.
She could tell that Sam had tensed in his arms, and she brought her head up to look at him, and spoke quietly: "Why?" The fear which had been captured in the blonde's voice, was enough for Zoe to feel unable to give her an answer.
She watched as Dylan rubbed his hand across one of her shoulders, it seemed in an effort to comfort her, before he spoke softly: "I think you know. I'll stay with you." The blonde made no indication that she had heard what he said, but she did push away from his grip and stand up, swaying dangerously as she did so, gripping the bed frame for support. They had both reached out to take her hand, but very quickly she had backed way and fled through the doors leading out of CDU.
He sighed in exasperation, and counted to five, before storming through the double doors after her; however, upon noting she was half way down the stairs he simply called after her: "You can't just run away from this, Samantha."
She knew she was having difficulties seeing the stairs in front of her - and she was gripping the banister so tightly are knuckles were white, but she had to get away from Dylan and his diagnostic skills for a while, but as she heard his voice she turned back to look at him and vaguely made out the blurry figure at the top of the stairs to be her husband. She turned back round with the intention of getting to the bottom of the stairs, she took her next step downwards, when a searing pain shot through her head causing her to wince and immediately losing her footing and as she slipped she tried to reach for the banister to support herself. She was unable to do so and found herself tumbling downwards, feeling her head slam against the step before her world transformed into darkness.
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