The rest of the day was pretty much the same; all simple. I was glad about that though because it meant that I couldn't really do anything wrong. Tom stayed with me though and I was also very pleased about that as then if I did do anything wrong, he would be there to make it right again. He was really nice to me and we got on really well.

Soon enough it was the end of the day and I didn't want it to end! It had gone quickly; quicker than I'd expected anyway.

Tom and I walked over to the desk after discharging our last patient of the day. "That's us done for the day!" He told me as I signed the last bit of paperwork. I laughed and we walked out of cubicles and down the corridor.

As we walked into the reception I laughed in amazement at the amount of people still waiting to be seen. "What?" Tom asked me, interested about what I found funny.
"There are still so many people here!" I told him; he laughed.
"It'll be like this for another hour or so, by then people will have been seen or will just come back tomorrow if it's not urgent."
"Oh, right."

By this time we had reached the staff room. I needed the loo, so I opened my locker and took out my bag and left only my shift timetable and stethoscope in there. "Back in a minute!" I told Tom as I shut my locker and walked out of the room.

I returned just as Tom was shutting his locker. "Where do you live?" He asked me.
"I've just moved into a bungalow around the corner. Bakers street, number 21."
"No way! That's opposite me!"
"So, you're number 14 then?"
"Yeah!" He said. How had I not seen him this morning?

"Where shall I meet you tomorrow?" I asked him.
"Well, seeing as you live opposite me, how about we meet at the end of the street? At about 10 to 9?"
"Great! I'll see you tomorrow then!"

I walked out of the room and back through reception. As I got out into the cold air, I realised that my dream was finally coming true. I forgot about everything else that had happened over the past few months and focused on what lay ahead of me.

I reached my house, opened the door and placed my bag down on the sofa. Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from in the kitchen. "Hello?" I said as I walked in.

There, stood before me, was a man dressed in black from head to toe. I could see that he had a gun in one pocket and a knife in the other. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, but it was too late, he had already seen me. I dropped it as he turned around to face me. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move; they were stuck to the floor like a fly to jam.

I tried to look like I wasn't scared, but fear was already written all over my body. My hands were shaking and I felt my body heat up more than it had ever done before.

I stayed silent as he threw me to the floor. I sat up and tried not to look at him, but he pulled my chin up so that he could see my face.

"So, you finally decide to show your face!" He said in a deep-pitched voice. I stayed silent and tried to look away, but once again he grabbed by chin. "Look at me!" He shouted; his voice was so intimidating that a tear silently ran down my cheek. I didn't speak, as I knew my questions would only make matters worse.

I made a snap decision in my mind and from out of nowhere I plucked up the courage to speak. "Who are you? Why are you here?" I said as confidently as I could.
"Questions... Questions... Questions... What makes you think I'm going to answer them?" He said
"JUST DO IT!" I screamed.
"Well... Who am I? I'm your worst nightmare! Why am I here? Let's just say... We have some unfinished business!"

With that, he picked something up off the table and through it at me. It skimmed the side of my face and I felt something trickle down my cheek. It dropped down onto my shirt. It was red and there was now continuous stream running down the side of my face and onto my clothes.

He laughed and walked out of the room.

He was out of the room of the room for a matter of minutes. He walked back in. My head had stopped bleeding now, but I was starting to feel the pain that it had left behind.

He laughed again and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me to my feet.

"Let go of me!" I said weakly. The pain that filled my body was now taking all of my energy, and I could barely speak.
"You should be so lucky." He whispered in my ear.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach then and I stood there, motionless, unable to move. He let go of me and I dropped to the floor, hitting my head on the cupboard behind me, knocking me unconscious.

I didn't remember anything after that. I kind of remembered smelling smoke before I passed out, but I had sustained quite a few head injuries so I wasn't sure what it was. I just lay there; unaware of what was happening around me.