2 weeks. One whole fortnight spent sitting around Tom's home watching TV thanks to the camera crews wanting an interview with 'one half of the double act that tried to save every hospital in the local area'. It had gotten so bad that Tom had had to buy a single bed for Sam as there was no chance of her getting back to her home in the future. That and since she had lost that address a couple of weeks ago she had no idea where home was and every time she breached the topic with Tom is would hastily change the subject.

That wasn't the only bizarre behaviour Tom had been exhibiting over the last couple of weeks. For one thing he had been watching Sam from the corners of doorways, when she was in the kitchen and following her around like a lost puppy. Every single time she had caught him staring he had cleared his throat and moved away, and if she asked him about it she got the same response. What confused her more than that was the expression on his face, as it was almost as though he was contemplating something. He looked wistful, which struck Sam as strange. She still didn't remember him but she doubted he looked like that often for it didn't really suit his face.

Sam had reasoned that he was following her around because he was worried about her, or that it was because he was waiting for her to remember something. That or he was watching her for any signs of nerves about her upcoming appointment.

Sam had reluctantly agreed to attend one appointment with a psychiatrist upon Tom and Zoe's request. She had pretended she didn't care about it, but in truth she was absolutely dreading having someone try to get inside her head. She had a feeling her unease was connected to the fact that Tom and hypnotised her in order for her to remember one small chunk of her past, and though everything surrounding that time was a mystery everyone around her had taken those events as proof that Sam's memories were not lost forever. Sam on the other hand had not been so optimistic.

In truth she wasn't sure if she wanted those memories back still, but she reminded herself of what Tom had said to her when she had told him this and reminded her of every day since: the good we do defines us as much as the bad and makes us who we are, and if Sam ever wanted to know who that person is/was then she was going to have to remember everything.

In those two weeks Sam had had a lot of time to mull over what exactly that meant, and compare how she felt about herself to how people were treating her. Zoe had treated her like a friend every time she had encountered her, still scolding Tom two weeks on for hitting her over the head and telling her that she was a great person and her actions when the whole hospital was in danger proved that.

"But why didn't mark and I just go to the police?" Sam had asked.

"Maybe Mark had asked you not to. He seems like a decent guy, maybe he wanted to help his boss by covering his tracks." Zoe had replied.

In her head that had made sense, but when she thought about all the people that were killed and injured because they couldn't stop the bomb blowing up in time it made her think twice.

"Sam?" Tom called from a couple of rooms away, jerking her out of her thoughts.

"In the living room." Sam hollered back, staring at the TV with a blank expression.

"Hey," Tom said as he entered the room and sat down, "You ready for tomorrow?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." Sam replied in a disgruntled tone, as tomorrow was the day of her appointment.

"Look, if you don't want to go then you don't have to." Tom said gently.

"It's fine. No offence but I could use a change of scenery." Sam said quietly.

"None taken. This house is boring as hell." Tom replied.

"Why do you live here then?" Sam asked, turning to stare at him.

"Because I worked long hours and there didn't seem to be much point in moving into a bigger house when I basically just come here to sleep, and sometimes I don't even do that. But now that I don't have a job to go to…" Tom trailed off with a frown.

"Can't you work at St James'?" Sam said curiously.

"Zoe's trying to get us all doing just that, but the majority of the staff don't want to or have Injuries," Tom said sadly, "And I can't work until my arm's out of this sling anyway."

Sam honestly felt sorry for him. She still remembered she rush she got from doing chest compressions on one of Zoe's patients in the ED. When you have a job that you love its tough not being able to do it anymore. Sam decided now was a good time to see if she could get any more information out of Tom about why he keeps staring at her.

"Tom?" Sam asked uncharacteristically nervously.

"Hmm?" Came thee response as he stared at the TV as though hypnotised by it.

"Why do you keep watching me from the corner of doorways?" Sam said, and promptly regretted it.

"I, uh, I'm going to go make some food. Want something?" He asked as he hastily stood up and headed towards the counter.

"No... I'm good." Sam sighed, settling back down.

So much for that then.

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