Chapter 13

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The man she was looking at now was a completely different to the person she had been with for the last few months. Never had she seen so much defeat possess him, and she couldn't help but assume the worst when she wordlessly leaned forward to offer him the necessary comfort she knew he needed at this moment. However she frowned slightly when it failed to accomplish so much as a twitch of recognition from him in return.

"What happened?" Kate stressed to ask again and all she received was a replay of her previous attempts, although he started mumbling something to himself this time.

It couldn't be fixed, he chanted in an almost accusing manner, but more to himself for the obvious reason.

"Jack, what is it? What couldn't be fixed?" was all she could attempt to ask of him through the fear and confusion she felt swell with each second.

"Still no pulse, call it…….." one of the working surgeons was forced to regrettably announce after their repeated efforts to get an opposite result, but there was only so much they had control over.

"Time of death 4.16pm……"

(Meanwhile)

She had been trying to call him for the past hour, but all she got in return was his answering machine and that just infuriated her even more, because he was supposed to be here. Not going to any old Bar to quench his addiction, she strongly assumed as she returned to her sister's room hoping with every fibre of her being that Sarah and the baby would make a speedy recovery, but little did she know that fate had already determined her sister's fate.

He had been sitting at the bar for the last four hours presumably on his fifth or sixth drink and still looking to get fully consumed by its dizzying effects, because he felt it made things easier in some ways. Easier in the sense where he wouldn't have to be reminded of the failure he felt he was by not being able to help the woman he was in love with, or the precious life growing inside of her.

Maybe my Father was right.

Maybe I really didn't have it in me to begin with.

"Hi" an approaching woman offered and when she sensed no negation of company, she placed herself beside him at the bar, telling the waiter to get her what the man beside her was drinking.

"You know if you keep staring at the table any longer you might just burn a hole through it." The woman teased in an attempt to break the silence and lighten the mood considerably and she felt a twinge of accomplishment when he elicited a satisfying reaction.

"Sorry if this might sound rude but why are you here?" the dishevelled man huskily asked and then took another swig of his drink.

"Rough day and I have a feeling you're in the same boat too." The blonde woman replied with a sigh, and with saying that she gained his attention and curiosity. His new found interest giving her the cue to elaborate on what she meant by making such a statement.

"So why can't you just tell him the truth?" the man inquired and immediately felt like he had put her on the spot, but she completely took him off his feet with what she said next.

"Same reason as you I'm guessing" she shot back not so much in a rude and angry manner, but more in a sense where she wanted him to realise something.

"Excuse me." He naturally responded, immediately going on the offence but what realisation he had left hit him and as a result his thoughts ran straight to Sarah. The woman who was currently lying in a hospital withering away by the minute, and here he was trying to drown himself in alcohol and forget all about it.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I have to see her, tell her that I wanna do this, to be there for her and the baby.

I might just have a chance after all.

He constantly affirmed himself, getting more confident and believing in what his realisation finally awarded him with, a purpose to exist in this world.

You can do it Marc, was the thing he kept telling himself as he then made his out of the Bar and back to the one place he felt he was needed the most, not before stopping off at a nearby florist shop to get a bouquet of Sarah's favourite flowers, tulips.

(Back at the Hospital)

She couldn't feel anything. She was past the state of shock and trying her level best to accept the fact that she was now looking at the body of her lifeless sister looking more peaceful than she had done in the past few weeks, and that comforted her a tad, but still it didn't ease the grief she felt over such a precious loss.

Her first thought was to call Marc regardless of the recent conflict between them, but then she thought of the one thing she didn't realise all this time, the baby.

God, what am I gonna tell him? A distressed Juliet thought to herself as she gazed at Sarah's very still stomach.

I have to call him, he has a right to know, she told herself as she dialled in a number she never thought she would have to again. Not since her sister left him believing that all there was to their relationship was a sense of obligation, nothing more.

The ride to the Hospital was fairly silent and to be honest she couldn't really blame him because getting over something like this would be hard to do, she above all people should have known that. However she still felt the need to offer him some kind of comfort and reassurance that he wouldn't go through this alone despite the slight discomfort she still felt over the circumstances of what this arrangement would have entailed.

Fifteen minutes later and they were finally pulling up in the Hospital parking lot, Jack still choosing to issue Kate with the silent treatment.

"You okay?" Kate couldn't help but ask, feeling like a weight had finally been lifted all her shoulders. Ever since Jack told her about Sarah's unexpected death she had mentally rehearsed the many ways to convey her concern over the matter without sounding the least bit insensitive over such a tedious subject, especially when the life of a baby was involved.

"Yeah…yeah I think I'm getting there." Jack replied eliciting the hint of a smile as he went to grip the brunette's hand, feeling considerably better at knowing that all wasn't lost.

He literally rushed through the corridors of the Hospital. His adrenaline pumping along with his rapidly beating heart that swelled with nothing but hope. Hope that he would finally get the chance to tell Sarah what was so clear to him now.

This is it Marc, he thought as he now stood at the doorway to Sarah's room, his breathing starting to return to its normal rate but that still wasn't the case with his heart rate, especially when he let himself in to become welcomed with a sight that he wasn't sure how to absorb.

"What happened?" Marc asked, trying to block out the dreaded answer that slowly came to him as a result of seeing Juliet's tear streaked face hovering over Sarah's alarmingly still body.

No, it can't be.

Okay so not much Jate in this chappie but there will be a lot of jate angst as a result of something like this happening. Plus James is finally going to act on what he wants and it may not just be Jake, his son. All will be revealed in the chaps to come, but that's only if you guys want it.

So what do you think guys?