Tom had an easier time getting to sleep than Sam, but his dreams were uneasy. Images of Sam lying on the ground dead kept on weaving in and out of other scenarios like bombs exploding, buildings collapsing, people taking their final breaths…

It was still the image of Sam lying face up, staring at the sky with unseeing eyes that unnerved him the most when he finally awoke. As he slid his legs off of the bed and yawned loudly he thought briefly that staying awake may have been a better option, for now he felt the need to rush downstairs to Sam's ward and make sure her heart was still beating.

He shook his head slightly, hoping to dislodge the uneasy feeling from his mind as he did so. It didn't work. Seeing Tom out of bed made the petite blonde nurse that manned the desks rush over and try to persuade him to get back in. This nurse definitely knew nothing about Tom.

It was 7:30am. Sam may not even be awake yet, but at the same time she could have been awake for hours, tossing and turning and she fought to remember the last ten years of her life. Or something may have happened to her.

Maybe she had suffered complication and was now lying brain dead in some intensive care unit, a life support machine the only thing keeping blood pumping around her veins… Or maybe she was remembering some horrific event of her past, like pulling a man's broken body out of the rubble in Afghanistan.

Tom hurried down the corridors of the maze called St James hospital, his mind filling with images of Sam dying faster than he could expel them. It was only when he saw Zoe travelling down the same corridor in the opposite direction he was able to take his thoughts away from Sam momentarily, before he registered the direction she was travelling away from and began to wonder if her expression had any correlation with the images in his head.

"Zoe?" Tom called out uncertainly. "Is everything ok?"

Zoe merely snarled an inaudible response that ended with 'ask Charlie' and continued on down the corridor. Tom stared back at her for a moment before continuing himself, unsure of what to expect when he reached the ward.

When he did finally set foot on the ward he was face with an unconscious man being placed beside her. Sam looked slightly unnerved by his arrival, and the large bags under her eyes that Tom noticed as he grew closer did nothing to dissipate his worries.

"Sam?" He called over uncertainly.

"Who is he?" She asked, her face draining of the little colour it had left.

"I don't know… Charlie?" Tom called over to one of the nurses pushing the trolley.

"He was outside the hospital at the time of the explosion and has a head injury not unlike Sam's. We're expecting him to also have some kind of memory loss." Charlie replied as he hooked the man up to a heart rate monitor and put a line in his arm. "You alright Sam?"

"Yeah… Fine." Sam replied, before turning to Tom. "Well... As ok as I can be after last night."

"Last night?"

…

"Wow…" Tom said for lack of a better word. "You... You have your memory of being a doctor?"

"Apparently." Sam replied as they stared at the ED entrance from the balcony once again.

The view at eight in the morning on a cloudy day wasn't anything special, and the grey clouds were beginning to put a dampener on their moods. Tom had finally been able to convince himself that Sam wasn't in any immediate danger, though couldn't prevent his stomach from turning into knots every time he glanced at the turban- like bandage around her head and the wheelchair she was still forced to sit in.

"Have you seen Dr Hanna?" Sam asked after a brief silence.

"Sort of. She stormed past me mumbling something about not being allowed on the ward you're on."
"Yeah... the old man banned her."

Tom stifled a laugh at Sam calling Charlie the old man, but it was tinged with sadness. Sam with all her memories respected everyone, including the nurses. Every time she made comments such as 'old man' it reminded Tom of how little he knew Sam while she had no memories.

"Do you want to head in?" Tom asked after another moment of silence, "I think it's going to rain."

"Yeah…" Sam muttered, but made no attempt to move.

Her gaze was still fixed on the tiny ambulance men and women travelling in and out of the ED. Her eyes, as Tom leant over to look, appeared glazed over as though she was lost in thought.

"Sam?" Tom said gently, touching her shoulder.

"Huh?!" Sam exclaimed, his hand making her jump.

"Sorry." Tom replied hurriedly, startled, as he removed his hand.

"Please... don't touch me."

"Is everything ok?"

"Yes. It's just… Tom I know you have loads of memories of who I am but I'm still discovering who that person is. I don't know if I'll ever be her again. I don't know you."

"Sam you're going to get your memory back. I'll make sure of it." Tom said determinedly.

"Please… Don't go out of your way. After my mother died I went back on my word and joined the army and my brother is god knows where. I... I killed and innocent men. I'm not sure I want my memory back."

Tom tried to act like Sam's last few words had no effect on him and he understood, but he couldn't quite manage it. As he wheeled her back down to the ward his stomach was a writhing pit of snakes, and his head was once again fogged over with worry. He wanted her to remember her life, more specifically remember him. He needed her to.

Something in his mind had taken told as soon as he had been informed of her memory loss, and it wasn't letting go. She was his friend, and he would do anything he could to help her.

But what could he do if she wouldn't help herself?

…

I will do my best to try and update again before the weekend is out.

Thanks for reading! :)