Zoe's eyes weren't working properly. There was no way Sam was standing over a patient doing chest compressions while nurses looked to her for instructions about what to do next. She blinked rapidly several times. Sam didn't disappear.

Words failed her as she watched Sam ordering nurses around just as she did on any normal working day. She was barking commands in the sharp fashion as she had always done for as long as Zoe had known her, and the nurses followed them without complaint or objection to the fact they were being ordered around by a patient. Several glanced at Zoe's shocked expression and shook their heads.

The steady beat from the heart rate monitor after they managed to save the patient's life shook the life back into Zoe, and she found herself thinking as she spoke.

"What the hell?"

…

"Like I told you… I don't know what happened! It was like an instinct took over or something!" Sam said exasperatedly.

If a wheelchair hadn't been on hand Zoe looked like she would have dragged Sam back to the confinements of the ward by her ear. She was less than pleased when Sam politely reminded her that she still had a fear of lifts, and had to walk up the stairs. The expression on her face didn't lighten in the coming half an hour where she proceeded to grill Sam like a police officer might a criminal.

"Do you remember anything about actually being a doctor?" Linda asked, standing slightly away from a stressed looking Zoe.

"No. But now I have a whole load of knowledge in my head about MRIs and broken bones." Sam replied, grateful for the distraction from Zoe's face.

"You should have called someone over!" Zoe repeated for the third time. "Not started chest compressions yourself! You're a patient here!"

"Zoe for the last time he was your patient! By the time you would have heard the sound the heart rate monitor was making over the din down there he would have been dead!" Sam countered.

Zoe opened her mouth, about to shout back when Charlie rushed over and held up his hands.

"That's enough! It's 3am and you two are waking up everyone else on this ward. Zoe, I'm barring you from here until sunrise." Charlie said sternly.

Zoe rounded on him. "You are barring me?" She repeated. "Do I have to remind you that I am your boss?"

"No here you're not." Charlie replied. "They've put me in charge of this ward because everyone else is downstairs in the ED trying to keep everything afloat. You being up here isn't helping. If anything you should be thanking Sam. She saved your patient's life."

…

"What have you got?" Jeff called over to the bomb squad.

It had been several hours since they had found another person in the rubble so he and Dixie had settled in the ambulance on the explosion site waiting to find out what the cause of the explosion was. The army's bomb squad had been called in hours ago, and went about analysing every tiny part of the debris that surrounded them; they were looking for the centre of the blast.

"This blast wasn't caused by a bomb." One of them replied.

They were all wearing bullet proof jackets and blast proof helmets, along with black boots and a camouflage colour uniform.

"What caused it then?" Dixie asked, jumping out of the back of the ambulance.

"It looks like it was a pressurized container of some kind. Maybe an oxygen cylinder."

"Oh no." Jeff mumbled.

"What?" Dixie asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You remember that guy we bought in… mark or whatever his name was. He was a heavy smoker who had end stage lung cancer. I bought him in a few times before… he's a chain smoker. Tried lighting up in the ambulance a few times and I warned him that was dangerous around the oxygen cylinder we were using to try and get some useful air into his lungs with."

"But one cigarette... surely that wouldn't be big enough. This explosion destroyed half the hospital!"

"No." Agreed one of the bomb squad, walking over. "One cigarette certainly wouldn't be enough. But you said he was a chain smoker? Ten or eleven would be."

…

Sam tried to sleep for the remaining four hours until the lights came back on, but something in her head wasn't letting her.

She could see images of herself running through the ED doors towards what she assumed was recess, chasing after another man wearing scrubs but had a lab coat on over the top of them. She was yelling something, something she couldn't quite remember.

She could feel how scared she was through the memory and the tension on her limbs. As soon as he reached the ED doors she turned tail and ran back the other way screaming at everyone nearby to run away too.

It was then the blast carried her into a wall and she passed out.

Sam sat up, sweat pouring down her face. What could this mean?"

…

I'm probably going to have to limit my updates to once a week… I got even more work than I expected. If you have any questions I'll try and get back to you ASAP... But right now my teachers have gone a little crazy with the mountains of work they are setting.