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    I Got It Wrong Sam

    “Frankie Ring me, where are you? please I’m worried about you.  I know you are hurting about Cat, I’m here for you, I love you.”  Frankie checked into a hotel in the city centre, it was a basic but clean, a place were she could just blend into the surroundings and no one would notice her.  She lay on the bed and cried, “I killed you Cat and I am so sorry.”  She awoke disorientated and confused at first but then she realised where she was, she showered and left the hotel making her way to Tess’s flat. Tess opened the door and Frankie reached out to her tess held her close and felt the tears on her neck.

    Sam walked into the hospital, his name was John Stains he was 48 and married with three children, he should have died too but his family still had him to take home.  Sam walked up the stairs and along to the ward, she had rung the hospital pretending to be his sister, it had been that simple,  She stood outside the ward until a doctor came along and let herself in, Sam grabbed the door just before it shut and the security lock stopped her entering.  She went to the nurses station.  “John Stains, he’s in room 4 but it’s not visiting until 2pm, the nurse looked up at her.”

    “I’ve come a long way,” Sam smiled down at her.

    “Ok but make it short he’s very poorly.”

    Sam stood outside the door, a man lay in the bed his head in bandages and his arm in plaster, he had a contraption attached to his leg too.  She opened the door, “John Stains?”

    A faint voice answered her, “yes.” Sam lent over him, she could see fear in his eyes.

    “You killed my girlfriend, and I could kill you for that, we were getting married,”  Sam leaned over him.

    “I’m sorry please don’t hurt me I didn’t mean to do it, I’m so sorry,” tears ran down his cheeks.

    “You should be you bastard we bury her tomorrow her family and me.”  Sam’s voice caught in her throat the venom subsiding, a strangled sob came from her, she was fighting her tears when the next thing she  knew a nurse came in and was challenging her, “what the hell do you think you are doing?”  he saw Sam leaning over his patient and had heard what she had said as he walked into the room.  J0hn had pressed the nurse call and had brought the nurse into him.  The doctor who had come onto the ward had followed him in.  Her Australian accent cut through the room, “who are you and what do you think you are doing in here?” Sam could hold on no longer and sunk to the floor her sobs wracked her and her body shook,  “I’ll deal with this Ben, thanks,” Lexi knelt down next to Sam, “come on you will have to leave this room,” Ben stayed with John who was crying too. He was checking the monitors all around John and writing on charts and in a file.

    Sam stood and let Lexi help her from the room, “I’m Lexi Price, I’m a doctor here, you are?”

    “Sam, Sam Murry, I had to see him the man who killed my girlfriend,”

    ” Your Catherine McKenzie’s girlfriend, I knew I’d seen you here before,” Lexi steered Sam towards the family room, she grabbed a couple off cups and filled them from the water filter, she handed one to Sam, “Sam that man didn’t mean to kill Catherine or anyone else, he is a diabetic, he left Newcastle to deliver here in Glasgow, he was at the end of his jouney, all of the way he had been caughing and sneezing he thought it was a cold.  He had a chest infection and it afFected his blood sugars he had a hypo attack at the wheel, and no he wasn’t neglegent he had been testing his levels all journey and his last reading in the memory was for 25 mins before the crash and it was 7.3 mmol which is ok.  When he got to the hospital it had dropped rapidly to 2.1 mmol, he never meant to kill Catherine.”

    “Cat, it was Cat she prefered it,” Sam was trying to put on her tough skin again.

    “Sorry Cat,” Lexi touched Sam’s arm, Sam looked at her and Lexi felt her stomach sumersault, she had never had such a strong reaction to a woman before, she had been in love before but she had not felt this feeling even then, “Sam you have to give in to your grief and let it out or it will destroy you.”

    “Look no offence but you don’t know me so don’t try to give me advice about things you know nothing about, I’m seeing someone about it all I need is to get back to work.”

    “What do you do?”

    “Detective Sargent, I’m a detective.”

    “Ok, then I risk your anger but I think going back to work would be a bad thing at this time.”

    Sam stood up, “Thanks for the advice, good bye.”

    The funeral as funerals go went without any problems, but Ali dropped the bombshell that set Sam smouldering inside with raw anger.

     

     

     

     

     

     

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