Sam Foster knew damn well you shouldn’t sleep with your patients it’s probably the number one rule when working as a psychiatrist. Never crossing those boundaries but with you it was a different story— he justified it.. you stopped going to him only then did things get serious so technically he didn’t do anything wrong.

His biggest secret was you.

So when he got a call saying you were at the hospital of all places he justified to his colleagues that he’s just worried.. which was true— he was worried but not in the way a doctor worries for a patient but how a man worries for his sick wife.

“I came as fast as I could— are you ok?”

Sam says opening the door to the room you had been placed in removing his jacket he moved to your bedside