Sam McCall and Jason Morgan were relaxing in the living room of their penthouse apartment. Sam was lying down, with her head in Jason's lap, while he playfully ran his fingers through her hair.

"We should go out on a date. Something fancy," Sam suggested randomly.

"What? You don't think our Valentine's Day was enough?" Jason jokingly asked. He smirked as he recalled their rather pink Valentine's celebration that Molly and Kristina put together.

"No! I loved it! But I'm talking about getting dressed up and going to a nice restaurant and eating good food, and-,"

"How about tonight?" Jason cut her off.

"Really? That's great! But don't you have to work for Sonny tonight?" Sam asked.

"Nope. Sonny gave me the night off," he replied. Sam smiled up at him as he kissed her lightly. She giggled and slid out from underneath his arm.

'I'm gonna go make reservations," She said as she stood up. She walked across the room, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of a fancy French restaurant down the street. As it was ringing, Sam started to feel faint. Everything started spinning and she broke out in a cold sweat. Before Jason could react, she had fallen down and hit her head hard on the table.

"Sam!" Jason ran over to her and picked her up. "Sam, I need you to wake up!" he yelled as he shook her. After two minutes of doing this, he decided she needed to go to the hospital. For some reason, he didn't call 911. Jason just picked her up off the ground and carried her out the door, without his jacket.

When they got out to his car, he laid Sam in his backseat and wrapped her in a blanket. He got in the driver's seat and started the car.

On their way to the hospital, Jason was driving 20 miles over the speed limit. At a stoplight, he looked back at Sam and noticed the large cut on her forehead, where she had hit her head against the table.

When they got to the hospital, Jason ran into the lobby and started yelling.

"Help! She passed out!" All the doctors stopped and stared at him. A couple nurses brought a gurney and laid her on it. Jason kissed her bleeding forehead before they wheeled her away.

20 minutes later, while the doctors were trying to assess what was wrong with Sam, Jason sat impatiently in the lobby. Dr. Webber didn't want him to go into her room for one reason or another. Jason had considered going to see Dante, and make one final plea about Sonny, but he decided against it. Dante was under enough stress already, not to mention his girlfriend Lulu would have Jason for lunch if she found him anywhere near Dante.

"Mr. Morgan?" Dr. Webber called from the door of Sam's hospital room. Jason got up and ran over to him. "You can go in to see Ms. McCall now," he said. As Jason started in the door, Dr. Webber pushed him back. "There are a few things you need to know first. When Sam hit her head on the table, the impact caused bleeding in her eye, plus a bone bruise on her skull. The eye bleeding should stop in a couple hours, seeing as its completely harmless, but the bruise must be monitored carefully because it could cause brain trauma if irritated."

"Do you know what made her faint?" Jason asked urgently.

"No, not yet, but Dr. Kim Lee should be back with the test results any minute now," Dr. Webber replied.

Jason walked into the hospital room and sat down on the stool next to Sam's bed. Her right eye was covered with a white sterile eye patch and her forehead had a large dent in it. That alarmed Jason, but he figured it must be part of the bruise, which was turning a purplish, greenish black color. Well, at least now Jason knew what the first thing he was going to do when they got home was. He had to get rid of that goddamned table!

Jason bent over and kissed Sam's nose. She was still unconscious, and that worried him. Dr. Lee knocked on the door and strode in.

"I have the results from all the tests that we did," she said.

"So, what's wrong with Sam?" Jason asked.

"Her blood tests, urine tests and dietary tests all came back negative. The only one that came back positive was the pregnancy test."

Jason just stared at her in shock. "That can't be right, she was shot several years ago and she can't have children," he said.

"Au contraire," Dr. Lee said perkily. "Against all odds, Mr. Morgan, your girlfriend is pregnant!"