This is a little piece to go with the previous chapter. And I know Sam might be a lot out of character.


The Secret Life Of Casualty.

Chapter 4.

The dimly lit lamp showed tear stains on Sam's cheeks. Crying wasn't something Samantha Nicholls usually did. Tom moved closer to her and put his arm around her.

Sam jumped, in what Tom supposed was, fear. "Sorry " She stuttered, her voice sounded pathetic. She didn't do fear.

"Sam" Tom gently grabbed her hands to stop her hurting herself. "It's alright " He said as he pressed a kiss to her head, causing her to smile slightly. It was now or never to tell him. She took a deep breath slowly turning to face him.

Sam sighed, knowing she'd have to tell him about her nightmares if she wanted them to work, and she really wanted them to work.

In order to tell him, she needed to break her number one rule. What happened in Afghanistan, stayed in Afghanistan.

"Well.. " She took another deep breath. "It all started in Afghanistan, I'd been out treating patients, delivering a baby when I heard a shoot ring out assuming a colleague had wounded a victim I turned and I realised I'd shot Steven I worked hard on trying to bring him back. "

Failed.

That was a word that wasn't in Sam's vocabulary. She never failed, she was very good at her job.

"OK " Tom replied glad that he now had an understanding of her. She looked up at him and hoped, he wasn't ashamed of her.

As a way of answer Tom cupped his hands around her face and kissed the tip of her nose.

Swinging his legs out of bed Tom had a thought. Even know he was only in his boxers he dropped to his knees and without a ring. (He could always let Sam chose her own, if she accepted )

"Samantha Nicholls, will you marry me?"

Sam smiled, stunned she hadn't been expecting this.


Another cliff - hanger.