Those Three Words
Sam's POV
Lying there with my leg on the chair might be helping the blood loss, but was doing nothing to help the searing pain that was currently pulsing through my thigh. Trying not to let any emotion slip past my carefully constructed mask of professionalism, but not knowing what was going on at 'command central' was absolutely terrifying, several questions suddenly shot through my mind- what was happening to get us out? Were the hostages that had been freed ok? Did they know where I had been shot; did they know how serious it was? Had Richard been interviewed yet; had he told the rest of the team what was happening in the bookshop? Breathing through the pain, I tried to focus on getting out of here alive, but with each passing minute I realized that I was going to die in here, in my mind I tried to focus on the good times I've had, all the people we'd saved or found, the team parties and Jack. As I focused on the latter I heard him shouting something at Barry but pain was making my hearing fuzzy, but something was forcing its way into my mind "I want Samantha!" I felt my heart lift, I wasn't going to die in here, as Jack walked through the door and over to me I saw his eyes dart to all the gauze soaked with my blood in a pile I saw the worry in his eyes as he looked down at me as he crouched down, "Hey, sweetheart" I could feel the barriers that I constructed to keep my emotions in check suddenly burst, I knew that Jack wouldn't think any less of me as I broke down. As Jack carried me past Barry I felt safe and knew I was going to be ok. When Jack placed me on the bench just outside the bookshop I didn't want to let go of his arm not with Barry in the bookshop with two guns- one of them mine, I wanted to know that he was safe and I didn't know when I would see him next if he went back in there, but as Jack backed away I saw S.W.A.T moving in and knew that I would have to leave him, as I was lead to the ambulance I kept my eyes on the bookshop door.