"What about that?"
"No… That's seriously a building?"
"Yes. That?"
"I don't even know what that is…"
"It's called Facebook."
"Face... What?"
"It's a social networking site."
"What's that in English?"
Sam swore she heard him laughing even though not a sound escaped his lips.
"It's a website that people create profiles on and communicate with each other… and a lot of other stuff. Look, here is yours."
Sam stared at the profile picture of her attempting a half smile and snorted. She also stared at the man that stood beside her and frowned. He looked awfully familiar, if you took away the beard.
"Why is Dylan Keogh there?" She asked, irritated.
"Er... Well… It looks like you haven't updated this in a while." Tom said, trying to take the laptop from her.
"Who is he to me?" Sam demanded, grabbing it back and continuing to stare at the photo.
"Well…"
"Tell me or I'll use the karate skills I have on you!"
"Wait, you took karate lessons? I didn't know that…"
"You're deflecting."
"You sound like a psychiatrist."
"Tom!"
"Fine, Fine. He was your husband."
Sam stared at Tom though he had just gone mad.
Husband. First of all, she got married. Second of all it was to one of the most obnoxious people she had ever met in her entire life. Great.
"You have got to be kidding me." She said at last with a frown.
"How do you know him?" Tom asked. "I didn't have you too down as childhood sweethearts,"
"We met when we both started uni about 2 years ago- sorry- 12 years ago. He had no friends and pushed everyone away who ever tried to get to know him. Made a complete ass of himself with all his paranoia and crazy theories. " Sam replied frowning. "You're serious I married that freak?"
"Yeah…" Tom said, narrowing his eyes.
"And you're also sure this is the first time I've had any kind of mental problem?" Sam asked, staring at the picture.
Tom stifled a laugh.
"Yes. We're sure. Thanks to your army days you've had a lot more checkups than most people."
Sam snorted before muttering, "Well I'm glad they were useful for something."
"I didn't mean to bring that up... sorry."
"It's fine." Sam replied flatly. "How long ago did me and Dylan get divorced?"
"About a year ago now I guess." Tom replied after thinking it through for a moment. "You both arrived here at different times, and you were already getting a divorce when you arrived."
"What was I thinking?" Sam moaned, wrapping her knuckles on her bandaged forehead.
To this Tom had no answer, instead grabbing the laptop from her and closing the lid.
"I think you've had enough for now." He said with a small smile.
Sam nodded. Yes. She thought, that's enough scary truths for one day.
A few minutes later Tom returned and sat down beside the bed.
"Can we please go and get some air?" Sam moaned, punching her pillow.
"Sam its 9pm. It's probably best you just get some sleep." Tom replied with a yawn.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "I think you should take your own advice."
"Maybe you're right." He said through the end of his yawn. "I'll check back with you in the morning."
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"On my ward… they'll probably be wondering where I am." He replied with a grimace. "Goodnight."
"Goognight." Sam replied before frowning. "Oh, and Tom?"
"Yeah?"
"I never learned karate."
Tom rolled his eyes in mock annoyance before giving her a small smile and continuing on his way.
…
Sam waited until the lights went out before sliding her legs off of the bed. She stood slowly, hoping the bed wouldn't make so much of a creaking sound if she did. It didn't work. Luckily there were no nurses around to notice.
She headed towards the end of the ward as quickly as she could, keeping one eye trained on the other patients as all times in case one woke up and shouted for a nurse. Luckily that didn't happen.
When she reached the lift she assumed it was some subconscious habit which caused her to reach for the button, but she soon checked herself and headed for the stairs. She headed down the four flights quickly, stumbling a little as she followed the green signs which led her to her destination.
Once on the ground floor she quickly headed down a corridor, still following the signs, and ducked behind every trash can or pillar, avoiding nurses like the plaque. When she finally reached her destination she stared around, shocked at the chaos as soon as she quietly pushed open one of the doors.
"So…." She muttered as she followed Dr Hanna's path through the chaos of the ED.
It was then a sound caught her attention.
The doctor in her awoke. Someone was in cardiac arrest close by and no one was going to help them.
Sam slipped into the cubicle after shouting for help and started chest compressions.
Zoe entered, her mouth hung open.
"Are you just going to gawp or are you going to help me?" Sam shouted at her.
…
This will have to be the last update until next weekend as I'm back to school this week :(
No doubt the workload will be piled on since there is less than a month until our exams… I may not be able to update regularly until after the 22/23rd of May.