No way. There was absolutely no way Sam would choose to have anything to do with the army.

Her head was reeling. Sure she wanted to be a doctor, but an army medic? Impossible. Not after how the army had destroyed her family in the past. She wouldn't do that to her mother, or her brother.

She thought of asking to see them, but though in her head it had been a matter of days since she last spoke to her mother and brother, it could have been significantly longer if ten years had gone by. With a jolt she realized that she had no idea if she had spoken to the people that she felt like she had spoken to just yesterday in years. Her life was totally different.

It had been around three hours since Sam had woken into what felt like a horrible dream. She was grateful that no one had come to disturb her. More than once she had picked the newspaper off of the floor and flicked through it, noticing names such as 'Obama' and 'Taylor swift' before chucking it away again. Looking at what she perceived to be the future gave her a headache.

Sam spent the best part of another hour mulling over everything the doctor and the 2 nurses had told her, before suddenly the curtains hissed backwards and the doctor woman put the bars up on the bed.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, unable to keep the worry out of her voice.

"We're sending you for a scan." The grey haired nurse replied.

Sam decided it was best not to argue, and so settled for resting her head on the pillow and staring at the strip lighting that passed overhead. It was when she heard the sound of lift doors opening she finally faced forwards.

"Wait!" She almost shouted, reaching across and grabbing the doorway.

"Sam what's wrong?"

"I.. I don't like lifts." She said in a voice that was barely audible.

"What?"

"I said I don't like lifts!"

"We'll be in there 30 seconds- tops." The doctor said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Sam gave a small nod and let go, allowing them to wheel her into the oversized lift. As soon as the doors slid shut her heart rate began to increase, causing the doctor and nurse to look at the monitor with alarm.

"Sam try and take some deep breaths, we're nearly th-"

The lift suddenly juddered before lurching to halt. The overhead lights flickered and died and for a moment only the sound of the heart rate monitor broke the silence. That was until Sam turned around and said:

"We're a bit past 30 seconds."

…

"…yes, yes Samantha Nicholls. She's suffered a head injury and doesn't remember the last ten years… yes I'm hoping her army file may jog her memory. You can email it to me right away? Yes that would be brilliant, thank you! Ok, bye."

Linda hung up the phone with a satisfied smile. Maybe looking at Sam's army file would help her remember. She was about to open the file she had been sent when her phone started vibrating.

"Hello?"

"Linda get maintenance on the lifts now!"

…

Half an hour later, and after several breathing exercises that would normally be reserved for a pregnant woman, Sam, Zoe and Charlie were released from the confinements of the lift and back on the floor they started on. Sam looked dishevelled, with sweat sticking her hair to her forehead and her eyes wide.

Of course by now Sam's scan place had been filled and they were forced to take her back to the ward much, as everyone on the ward could see, to Zoe's displeasure.

As soon as Sam was back in a cubicle Zoe immediately fixed an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose and asked her to lean back. When her heart rate had finally returned to normal the mask was removed, which left Sam free to reluctantly answer her questions.

"You must've been in well over a hundred lifts since you came to work here... What happened? "

Sam looked up at her, clearly surprised. "I actually got over my fear of lifts? Hmm."

"You have a phobia of lifts?"

"I was trapped in one when I was 6 with my brother, ended up having a panic attack."

"I wasn't aware you had a brother."

Sam frowned. "I never mentioned him?"

"Not as far as I can remember." Zoe replied.

"Weird…" Sam muttered.

"We'll leave you to get some rest. A nurse will be around to check on your vitals soon." Zoe said with a confused smile.

"And while we're gone have a look through these." Linda added, handing Sam several sheets of paper stapled together in a booklet fashion.

Sam probably would have at least glanced at the papers if she wasn't so distracted by the fact that she hadn't, not once, mentioned her brother. He was her best friend and had been for a very long time. Why wouldn't she have mentioned him?

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I'll try and keep these updates as regular as I can but in just over a month I have my AS level exams so I'm going to have a big distraction from here on out.

Thanks a lot for reading and following, I'm surprised at how many of you have started to follow after only a couple of chapters!