Chapter 2
Martin Fitzgerald almost never drove his car. He usually liked to take cabs since it was practical and he didn't have to worry about car jackers. His car was only really used for emergencies.
And boy was this an emergency.
When Martin arrived at St. Luke's, he parked his car and sprinted towards the front doors.
"Samantha Spade. I need to see Samantha Spade," he barked at the receptionist.
"Samantha is in surgery now."
"Then I need to talk to Dr. Robertson. I'm Martin Fitzgerald, he called me."
"Let me get him for you," the receptionist said, and paged Dr. Robertson. "He'll be with you shortly. If you would take a seat over there, please."
Martin walked over in a trance. This was too surreal. It couldn't be happening. Not to Sam. And why was she in surgery? The doctor had told him nothing over the phone. Just that Samantha had called for help and her prognosis was pending.
Obviously they found something wrong, Martin thought.
A few minutes later, Dr. Robertson walked up to Martin.
"Mr. Fitzgerald?" the gray-haired man asked.
"Yes, how is she doctor?"
"Mr. Fitzgerald, are you close with Samantha?"
Why is he asking me this? Martin thought in a panic. "She's my girlfriend."
"Well, I'm not sure how to tell you this…"
This doctor was really pissing Martin off. Why couldn't he just get to the point?
"Your girlfriend was attacked a couple hours ago. We found he in an alley and she was in pretty bad shape."
"Well, what happened?" Martin asked, feeling his life being sucked out of him.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, I…."
"Just tell me!" Martin yelled, "Please," he calmed down, "Just tell me what happened to my girlfriend."
Dr. Robertson sighed. "Your girlfriend was brutally beaten, raped, and shot and may not make it through the night." Martin looked shocked. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
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A/N: Oh no poor Sam….tear…..review and tell me what you think…maybe I'll post chapter 3 (sorry these are short but most of these chapters probably will be but I hope to update often)