Sam's head was reeling. She couldn't think straight, let alone see straight. Something was clouding her vision and making her chest tight. It felt as though the entire world was trying to crush her.

If she had spared a thought about what she looked like, she would have realized that her eyes most likely looked like they were threatening to bulge out of her skull and her face was bright red, not to mention she was lashing out at the nurses who were trying to hold her down with desperation- as though they were the ones who were causing her illness.

She didn't know what was happening. The sensation felt familiar, as though it had happened before, but she couldn't place it. If she really cared about finding out why exactly it felt familiar she would have realized that it was because of a part of her memory of the last ten years.

She clasped the oxygen mask a nearby nurse had placed around her mouth like it was a lifeline, pushing it into her face as she tried to get as much oxygen as possible down into her lungs. Every pore of her body was screaming, every inch of her was terrified.

She was hunched forwards now, nurses injecting various chemicals into her through the drip in her left hand to no avail, someone rubbing her back in a vain attempt to calm her. The fact was every doctor in the entire hospital was most likely dealing with another patient or fast asleep in the on-call rooms as there was some kind of major incident last night, so the nurses were stuck dealing with Sam as best as they could. That was until Zoe stormed over.

She shoved Sam backwards and forced her to lie flat on the bed. She then placed a freezing cold stethoscope to her chest and listened for a few seconds before placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Sam you're having a panic attack" Zoe said in a calm voice, "Take some deep breaths."

Sam tried, she really did, but deep breaths were impossible to master. Every time she tried to take one her chest felt as though it was getting tighter.

Sam heard Zoe and watched her sit down on the chair beside her bed.

"Tom's doing as well as can be expected." She said, "The police interview room was drab as hell but he's as alright as he can be."

Sam stared at her, wondering what she was trying to do,

"So I'm guessing you still haven't remembered anything. Pity, as there's no way your mate Ryan is going to drop the charges, not when those charges are his get out of jail free card." Zoe continued, her eyes now closed.

"What… Are… they?" Sam managed to say in between gasps.

"The charges? The ones against Tom are assault, as 'Ryan' claimed that he was hugging you, not holding you after slipping you something, but the blood test ruled that out, and I don't know the ones Ryan but I'm guessing there on the lines of attempted assault."

"Will… Tom… Be… Rel-eased… Soon?" Sam managed to ask.

"Not until you remember what happened last night." Zoe stated matter of factly.

"I can't." Sam replied exasperatedly.

"You better." Warned Zoe, before checking herself and adding, "Sam is you don't remember Tom may lose his medical license and end up in a jail. Everything is hinging on your testimony."

"Can't you… Get him to… Drop the charges?" Sam asked hopefully.

"How exactly? Drop the ones we've made against him in return for him dropping the ones he's made against Tom?" Zoe asked incredulously, "That is never going to happen!"

"We could try if it meant… Getting Tom out." Sam countered.

"But then the man who did this to you would be walking free! Is that what you want? Zoe demanded as she sat a little straighter in her chair.

Sam removed the oxygen mask before replying, "If it gets Tom free, yes, I do want this to happen."

"Sam if you did this you may run into this man in the streets, or he could do the same to another woman and they might not be as lucky as you!"

"That's why we need a plan." Sam replied calmly, "And I think I have one. Can you ask a police officer to come up here?"

"Yes…" Zoe replied suspiciously before narrowing her eyes.

"Good." Sam said as she rested her head back down.

"Well I have absolutely no idea what you're planning but at least one good thing came out of this." Zoe replied as she stood up.

"And what's that?" Sam asked.

"You're no longer having a panic attack." She replied with a grin.

"So that was why you were talking to me as if nothing was wrong!" Sam exclaimed with a smile.

Zoe gave her a grin and headed off to make the phone call.

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Well that's it until this Wednesday! I hope you guys have a great week and I'll see you here then!

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