The metal being pressed into Sam's neck was cold and sharp, making her cringe. She could feel his heavy breathing which almost sounded like wheezing making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and the firm grip he had on her left shoulder did nothing to ease her worries.

"So ya found me eh?" He said in a cheery tone, "Well I need a little ol' favour. Walk o'er to that door and lock it, will ya?"

When Sam didn't move he added, "Or your friend mark 'ere will have an accident."

Sam felt the pressure on her neck decrease and slowly walked towards the door, locking it with a loud 'click' so the police would notice. Both cops immediately turned around and stared at her with a panicked expression, demanding that she open the door through the sound proof glass. Sam shook her head and pointed to the bald and chunky man behind her with a scalpel. They immediately stopped asking.

"Good girl. Now come back 'ere" He commanded, but instead of pressing the blade to her neck he merely shoved her so she sat on the bed next to Mark.

Sam turned her attention to him as he was sweating profusely and had taken on a pale complexion.

"You ok?" Sam asked as placed a couple of fingers on his neck.

"Y-yeah… You remember now?" He asked with a small smile.

"How do you know I lost my memory?" Sam asked as she frowned as his racing pulse.

"He filled me in. So I guess you got it back, huh? Good for you." He slurred as he closed his eyes.

"Mark stay with me," Sam said urgently before turning to her captor, "Did you give him anything?"

"Who me? Nah nah darlin' He was like that when I got 'ere" He said as he gave her a wide toothy grin.

"He has a fever." Sam said as she felt his forehead, "He needs medical attention right now."

"That ain't gonna 'appen" He said as he replaced his smile with a menacing look.

"Well then he'll die and another person will be added to your murder tally. Mark can you hear me?" Sam asked as she shook him by the shoulders.

"I was hopin' you would show up." He continued as though Sam had never spoken.

"Yeah? Why's that?" Sam asked as she stood up and took the blanket off of mark.

"'Coz it was your ED which killed me wife and kids, wannit?" He replied.

"I didn't handle that case so why are you going after me?" Sam asked without looking up.

Suddenly their captor strode across the room with remarkable speed for a man of his size and grabbed a fistful of Sam's hair, pulling it until she was looking up at the ceiling. All Sam could hear was the growling sound he was making at the base of his throat.

"Because you, girly," He began, pulling her hair back further, "Are the reason I 'ad to move up me plans. The bomb wasn't ready, the explosion would 'ave been around twice the size and took out the 'ole hospital if you and you meddlin' chum 'ere didn't get involved."

"You sick bastard." Sam said matter-of-factly.

"You better watch who you're talkin' to, girly." He replied, releasing her hair and walking over to the door where the cops were attempting to reason with him through the sound proof glass.

"Why?" Sam managed to gasp after rubbing her neck a few times, "Why do this?"

"'Coz someone needs to stop these bloomin' hospitals makin' people sicker than they already are." He shouted, banging his first on the door and making the police officers jump backwards and draw their batons.

"Iatrogenesis." Sam said with a sigh.

"What you talkin' about?"

"Belief that medical examination and treatment makes people sicker." Sam recited.

Then she frowned. Where had that word come from?

"I don' bloody care what it's called! You people killed my wife an' kids!" He shouted as he rounded on her.

"Actually that was you." Said a feeble voice behind them both.

Sam turned to see mark, paler than ever, pushing himself into a sitting position and staring at his boss with a livid expression.

"What you say to me boy?" The man behind Sam yelled.

"Actually that was you." Mark repeated, "You were drunk and driving and got into an accident then claimed your dead wife was the driver. Its your fault that your wife and kids died. You then started taking any kind of drug you could get your hands on as a way to appease you guilt and even went as far to plot blowing up all the hospitals in this area. You need to get it into your thick skull that the reason you wife and kids died is you."

For a moment he just stood there, shell shocked, before making his way over to the bed and grabbing mark by his neck. Sam tried to move him away, but the man must have weighed around twice of what she did and so she made no progress.

"If you ever," He began, his voice a menacing growl, "say anything like that again I will cut your flamin' 'ead right off! And gerrof me!"

He flung one of his arms out and hit Sam square on the jaw. She staggered back and grabbed one of the cabinets in the room for support, clutching her jaw with her free hand. It was then she noticed that Tom, Zoe, Linda, Charlie, Dixie and Jeff were all standing outside the glass, staring at her with a mixture of expressions in including worry and anger.

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I just want to clarify- I'm going to start upping the romantic interest between Sam and Tom after I have the whole 'who caused the hospital to explode' storyline out of the way. That way the people who aren't Tom/Sam fans (still hate the portmanteau) don't have to suffer reading it as I know a fair few you aren't (even though it appears most of my regular reviewers are).

Thanks for reading and reviewing so far and there's still plenty to come :)