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    Consequences

    “Righto, cheers for that.” A now composed Sam slides her phone shut. Her hair is pulled back into its regular low ponytail, there is no redness around her eyes and a polyester vest has been pulled on over her long sleeved shirt. Sam tugs at the bottom of the vest, smoothing down its creases in the bathroom mirror. Not bad. Almost as if she’s been back to her flat and gotten changed.

    Almost.

    One last slow look and Sam relinquishes the safety of the hospital toilets. The phone call from the station offered no light on Frankie’s state of mind at the time of the motor vehicle accident. There were no prior attempts at suicide recorded, no other run ins with the law. The driver was not speeding nor drunk at the scene but is apparently happy to settle the matter, seeing as Frankie was not seriously injured. He still maintains however that there was deliberation in her actions last night.

    Open shut case normally.

    Too bad that it’s not.

    As Sam pushes the button for the fifth floor, the elevator doors in front of her open and she is met with a surprisingly welcome sight. Sam cannot fight the slight smile that reaches her lips. She meant those words when she spoke them in Frankie’s room and she means them now but her face suggests a different story.

    Cat is doing an awkward job of beaming back as well. Her mouth opens subtly; the air in her lungs suddenly needs a lot more energy to exhale.

    Neither woman moves for what seems the longest time. The elevator doors beep to close and Cat leaps out of the doorway, standing on Sam’s toes. Sam doesn’t flinch, merely retracts her arms that had extended out automatically to catch Cat.

    “Sorry, sorry. I went to… Damn elevators. I didn’t know if you were… and I meant to go that way but feet sometimes do things they shouldn’t and I know-“

    With a shake of her head, Sam is reminded of their first meeting in the pub. A stammering hyped up woman battling nerves and a conflict of feelings. Cat seems to have control back now as she breathes in slowly.

    “Sorry. That’s all.” It’s not all but it will have to do for now. Cat continues. “Did you get all you need?”

    “Um yeah. Looks like it was all just an accident. Neither party at fault.” Sam digs her hands further into her pockets. “I’m glad Frankie’s okay.”

    Cat looks up at her. All her text messages and voicemail seem like just useless words now. Words are fairly empty anyhow. She knows it’s better to show Sam than tell her…

    Realisation hits Cat, snapping her from her thoughts. “Shit. I’ve forgotten my phone. I need to go back up.”

    Before she can comprehend what she is saying, Sam blurts, “I can go with you…” There is a pause as Sam gauges Cat’s reaction. “…if you like.” Better to be safe than sorry when it comes to Cat. Sam grins warmly, as if the past 2 weeks had never happened.

    Cat musters a weak uncertain smile and turns back to push the elevator button. She knows Sam is handing her an olive branch. It might be all that Cat ever gets. Cat also knows that anything Sam offers you, you take without question.

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