And I'm back again with updating this story. Chapter 3 is a Tam chapter and it was asked for by 'Tam Jaspie' The reason updates are so slow with this is because I'm still on my other account, as well. Sam was never married to Dylan in this one - shot I just thought I should mention that.
The Secret Life Of Casualty.
Chapter 3.
Sam was in the apartment that her and Tom had brought a month ago, it made sense as they were a couple and it saved upon paying for two mortgages on their flats, just outside of town so both Sam and Tom had to be up at 6 to be on time for work.
Walking in to the department with her earphones in Sam made her way in to the staff room to put on her scrubs and grabbed her stephascope from her locker as she shut it, placed her stethoscope around her neck and left the staff room bumping in to her lover Tom.
She usually was efficient in dealing with her patients. She patched them up, sent them on their way but picking up a file as she met Iain in the corridor with a trolley and listened to what Iain was saying brought back unwanted memories for the former army medic.
"This is Jason Daniels, 21, shot in the shoulder, GSC is 3 dropped to 4 on arrival, BP 60/ 90 and was given a litre of saline " Iain informed her.
Sam froze but quickly snapped out of it and jogged to RESUS. She picked up the notes and quickly read through them. Trying not to think about the fact she'd killed the lad's father as the trolley was pushed through to RESUS. She followed it quickly and got on the phone to the surgeons after they'd all lay Jason on the RESUS bed.
Sam handed Jason's CT scan to Zoe and he was concussed Zoe left RESUS leaving Sam with Jason.
He'd started to wake up. "You?" He growled, staring at Sam with brown eyes. "Killed my dad! And now your going to pay!"
"What's going on?" Tom asked, he'd just came out of cubicles having dealt with a child with a fractured wrist.
Sam just shook her head, preferring not to let her work life and professional life collide. She watched as porters came in, take the breaks off the bed and wheel the bed to the lift.
On her break she walked in to the staff room, shut the door wanting some peace and quiet and dropped on to the sofa. The door opened and Tom stood there, dressed in his normal clothes.
"Coming?" He asked.
She nodded as he held his hand out pulling her up off the sofa and walking out of the staff room and over to his car. Sam had sold hers before moving to Holby preferring to ride everywhere on her bike but that now had a flat tire and Sam hadn't got round to pumping it back up.
Opening the door Sam stepped in to the bare hallway (they hadn't got round to decorating, yet). Sam walked up the stairs, walked in to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She undid her hair before she stepped in and pulled the glass door across as she soaped her body.
Sam's dream..
She was standing there in her army combats, a rifle in her hand, not a hair out of place waiting orders from Sergeant Mathews who was stood in front of her.
She stood to attention as the sergeant explained that she'd have to treat a heavily pregnant women who had scarring to her face as a result of a bomb going off.
Sam nodded, saluted him and left tending to the woman, who had now gone in to labour. Two hours later Sam had delivered a healthy baby girl who the mother decided to name Samantha after Sam. When she heard a bang, a groan and somebody collapsing.
Shit. She looked down the man was at her feet and he was one of hers. She couldn't let a colleague die. She started CPR, on him and give him rescue breathes, anything to breathe life back in to him. She stopped when his heart gave out and sat back on her heels, preparing to go to her Sergeant.
She'd delivered a baby.
But had(accidently ) killed a colleague.
How was she going to explain that?
Preparing to confess and leave Afghanistan she knocked loudly on the door.
"Come in " Sergeant Mathews yelled. Sam opened the door. "Major Nicholls "
Sam nodded and listened as he preceded to shout at her.
"Yes sir " Sam answered him as she walked out, took a shower and reflected on the days events. She never meant to kill Steven Daniels, father of two. It had just happened, of course she felt guilt but it was also an accident .
End of Sam's dream.
She woke sweating, and panting heavily, like she was in labour herself.
"Sam?" Tom whispered, propping himself up on his elbow and watching her. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine "
"OK " Tom said but he didn't sound convinced that she was 'fine' and it worried him.
"Are you sure?" He asked, switching the side lamp on.
"I am!" Sam snapped, reluctant to talk about her nightmares.
"Are you sure?" Tom asked again, concerned for her.
"I said I'm fine!" She once again snapped. Silence passed between the couple until Tom reached for her hand and held it tight as she rested her head on his chest as the night went on.
"It'll be fine " Tom whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she sighed and tried to get comfortable in the sweaty covers.
But would Sam ever escape her nightmares?
I don't think this was very good, I'm not very confident at writing Sam or Lily. My first chapter with 1,009 words in :D
