A/N: I want to thank all of you for being here with me, reading it and giving me your precious remarks! It really gives me a massive kick to keep this story going on :) N'Joy new chapter :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint, CTV or ION. Everything else though is mine
CHAPTER X - WEIGHTLESS
The force of Sam's punch threw Steve down, and he crashed into the nearest table. The weak table crashed into little pieces. A dark stream of blood, crimson red, was running out of Steve's broken nose. The silence at the pub was deafening and everyone was staring at the three of them.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jules yelled at Sam as she ran to Steve lying on floor. She wiped the blood from his face with her napkin. The material soaked with blood so quickly she vehemently tried to stop the bleeding
"What I am doing?" Sam asked angrily. "You two were hugging in front of everyone and looking like a happy little couple! I think it is me who should ask you about what you're doing, Jules!"
He didn't care that everyone was looking at him. His hands were still trembling with rage. After few seconds, Sam realized that four men were holding his arms, restraining him. Jules was looking at him with questioning and angry eyes.
"This jackass wants to steal you from me and you are asking what I am doing?" Sam repeated. He was violently trying to break out of the four men's grip. "Jules, Steve is just using the situation! Pretending to be a friend and trying to gain your heart!"
Jules looked at Sam with annoyance.
"You're such an idiot, Sam! You don't even know what you're saying! Steve helped me to understand lots of things." Her eyes were glittering. "Just go Sam, just go. We can talk when you're sober."
Sam stopped struggling with the men. The guys loosened their grips and Sam looked at Jules. All her attention was on Steve, trying to stop the blood flow. She was trying to have him sit upright on a chair and was holding an ice pack on his rapidly bruising nose. Besides, she ran to Steve, not to him.
"Fine" Sam said calmly, looking at her. "I want you to be happy- if this is what you want, I won't stand in your way. I thought we would last forever…" Sam let that hang. "I suppose you don't see me like I see you, Jules..."
Sam turned to Steve.
"You won, Steve..." He said bitterly, eyes barely hiding his anger and pain.
He turned on his heel and walked away from the pub. Everyone started to talk what had just happened- the room began to buzz like a beehive. Steve glanced at Jules, swallowing a trickle of blood on his lip.
"You should go after him, Jules." He said. "He came here for you. Sam cares about you."
Jules, refusing to ignore the still- bleeding injury despite Steve's complaints, pressed the ice firmly onto his nose.
"Sam is tipsy now, I will talk with him tomorrow. He is probably staying in some hotel in the neighborhood. I will find him later on, don't worry."
"Jules, he was just jealous." He sighed. "Actually, I understand him perfectly . Don't be angry at him, Julianna."
She looked at him angrily. He didn't seem to understand.
"He overreacted... Talking is never enough for him. He shouldn't have made a punching bag from you. God, that was such childish behavior from him. I'm so , so sorry about it Steve. I will take you to hospital."
"Don't worry Jules, I'll be fine. I'm paramedic, remember? I can handle it by myself." Steve smiled.
Suddenly young woman ran into bar, yelling.
"Someone call an ambulance, now. A minute ago I saw a young man coming out of here... he was hit by a car!" The woman was screaming. "He flew over the roof and hit the ground."
The bartender was calling for an ambulance as Steve and Jules exchanged frightened glances with each other.
"Hey." Steve stood up. "What did this man looked like?
The woman gazed at Steve and murmured .
"I don't know , it all happen so fast... He walked like a zombie on the road, not even looking around. My God…" The woman was sobbing. Jules, on autopilot, blindly patted her on the shoulder. "Ummm… I guess it was blonde man. I think he was wearing black t-shirt too…"
"Jesus , it's Sam "– Jules shrieked and quickly ran outside .
Outside the building, Jules noticed a crowd of people gathered around the person lying on the road. Her heart was pumping faster as she came closer to the limp man.
"Please God, it can't be Sam" She was whispering. She came closer- her worst nightmares came true. The man lying on floor was Sam. His body was lying motionless in puddle of blood and his left arm was twisted unnaturally. It was broken for sure. Seeing his bloodied body her whole world fell apart like a house of cards. She knelt down to check his heartbeat, immensely relieved when she felt a light pulse. He was unconscious but alive. That's all that mattered at that moment.
"Stand back, Jules" Steve knelt next to Sam. "I'm gonna take care of him till the ambulance comes."
Steve was checking him over, making sure he hadn't gotten any serious injuries, other then his arm. He lightly pushed a still-kneeling Jules away- eventually, she got up and pushed the crowd back to give Steve and Sam more air.
After few moments she heard the siren of oncoming ambulance and, once the vehicle stopped moving, two paramedics jumped out.
"He's got probably broken rib so be careful." Steve said to them when they laid him on stretchers. Steve waved at Jules who was terrified by whole situation .
"The paramedics agreed that you can go with him in ambulance" Steve whispered "I'll join you in hospital as soon as possible."
Jules thanked him automatically and sat in ambulance next to an unconscious Sam. The back door slammed loudly and the car drove with a screech of tires in the direction of the hospital. Sam was connected to an I.V. drip. Jules stroked his hand gently when suddenly a loud continuous tone of the electrocardiogram announced impending difficulties.
"Ventricular Fibrillation!" The paramedic yelled. "We're losing him!"
Paramedic put two electrodes on Sam's chest, the long axis parallel to the long axis of the body. Jules squeezed Sam's hand.
"Stay with me, Sam!" She begged. "Stay with me!"
The other paramedic moved her palm and charged the defibrillator.
"Clear!" The man shouted and Jules saw how electric pulse pierced Sam's body. The paramedics started CPR but the monotonous tone of the electrocardiogram still sounded in the air .
"Charge more!" The paramedic yelled and another shock passed through Sam's body. Unfortunately, Jules still heard the horrifying continuous beep of the machine. She knew that they will try one more time with bigger charge. After a minute, Sam's body shook with the final attempt- nothing changed. The monotonous high-pitched sound was bursting Jules' eardrums and heart. She felt the ambulance spinning, the world was spinning. Her stomach didn't want to send air up through her lungs.
Her world revolves around Sam. He's her oxygen. So now... how was she supposed to breathe with no air?
A/N : To kill or not to kill Sam ? That is a question :)