Chapter 2: A/N: Hi again! I have many people reading this story but sadly not many of you are reviewing. :/ I hope you enjoy this next chapter! Please R&R! Thank you :) !
Sam's POV:
I just aroused myself from a nice little nap so please excuse my grogginess. I don't feel a whole lot better but at least I did sleep a little bit. Oh, hey! There I am! Coming out of surgery so soon though, that can't be good. Gee I look bad. Two nurses are wheeling my body on a stretcher, down the hall to a Post-Op ICU room. I wonder where my team is. Where was I sleeping anyway? How'd I get all the way over here? I follow the nurses into my room, after one look, I know this probably won't end well. I sit down next to myself, still sleepy when a sudden shiver racks through me. Gosh it's grown cold in here. Maybe it's because I'm not moving as much as I was. I try to stand, but I'm just too tired. I see my teams, current and former, standing at the door talking with the doctor outside. Team Three's Sergeant comes in the room alone to see me first though I'm surprised it's not Jules, maybe she's just feeling generous, or she doesn't want to see me until she knows how bad it is. I'm no doctor, but I know the blue tube down my throat and lightly clenched between my teeth and white lips, connected to multiple machines and wires is not a good sign at all.
I watch as my sergeant sits down next to my body and next to me, wiping a few tears from the corner of his eyes.
"Oh god, Sam. Buddy, why did it have to come to this? I should've made sure you were home safely. C'mon, you have to fight, Sam. You have to fight for me. Come on Sammy. What about your wife and your kids? You can't just leave them. Buddy you have to fight. Soldier on, kiddo." He murmurs, gently squeezing my hand, careful not to disturb the IV and blood bag needles.
I sigh and place my head in my hands. This isn't good.
He brushes his fingers against my forehead and cheek, running his fingers through my matted and bloody hair. Another shiver races through me. Why is it so cold? My sergeant kisses my forehead, whispers goodbye to me and quickly exists, tears rolling down his cheeks. As Greg enters, I walk out into the hall. Ed and Spike are holding my little Jules as she cries softly. My current team sits a few feet away from them, their faces grim. A doctor steps into the hallway and pulls my sergeant to the side. I follow.
"What's the verdict?" he asks.
"It's not good. We did all we could in the operating room, but he was bleeding so heavily from the bullet that hit his heart, we could not continue. He is still bleeding internally. Currently, he's in a coma and on life support. Does he have any end-of-life request that says to terminate any life support." The surgeon asks.
"Uh, not that I know of. Is – is there no chance of recovery at all?"
"Sir, his chances are extremely slim. If he does survive, he might not ever fully recover. Going back to any strenuous work, physically, emotional or mental would be completely out of the question. He would have no more than a year to live anyway."
My sergeant's face falls as he pales. "If he did recover, what would he be like?" he asks quietly.
"He would never be the same. There are signs of severe brain damage from the blood loss and a near fatal blow to the back of the head. He most likely would not remember his teammates and would not be able to take care of himself. He would need to stay here or in a nursing home facility until he passed away."
"He has a wife and three young children, are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm very sorry."
Sarge nods once, running his hand through his hair, sighing heavily. Tears swell in the corners of his eyes and I want to console him, but what can I do? No one listens anyway.
"I'm sorry I failed you, Sarge." I state softly, another shiver tearing through me.
I begin to wander around the hallway, everything losing focus very quickly. I can hardly walk back into my room when my wife enters. Now that I know what's wrong with me, I hold her in my arms and kiss her as she cries.
"I love you, Jules. Tell the kids how much I will always love them."
Greg doesn't let Jules stay in my room for very long. It just watch myself for a few hours before growing extremely tired again. I try to stay wake, and wake my body up but I know it won't work. Hours pass by but my teams leave me, no matter how much I wish they would. A few times, someone will come in and sit with my body but it's rather depressing. Near four in the morning, I wake up and blink blearily at my body. Twenty minutes later there is loud, obnoxious monotone, beeping. A flood of nurses and doctors pour into the room, yelling directions at each other, pressing paddles into my chest sending electrical jolts throughout my whole body. Finally, the storm calms and all that can be heard is the single, high-pitched, never-ceasing beep until a doctor reaches down by the wall and pulls the plug.
A/N: I don't have much to say other than, the next chapter will be very soon and please review! Thanks!
