Chapter 25: Too much Stress
After Martin had rushed Samantha to the hospital, he was sitting in the hospital's waiting room. Every second that had past by only made him more anxious. Martin was scared that something might be wrong with Samantha.
Finally a doctor had approached Martin and asked, "Are you Mr. Fitzgerald?"
"Is my wife going to be okay?" Martin said dynamically.
"I'm Doctor Hudson… You're wife is okay. But she had a serious panic attack."
"Serious? How serious of a panic attack? Why did she have one?" Martin mumbled.
"There is no really definite trigger, but the main cause is stress or anxiety." Doctor Hudson explained.
"Stress?" He said fearful.
"Has Samantha been exposed to highly traumatic or tense situations?" The doctor asked.
"We've been…" Martin stumbled over his words but he managed to say, "There's been a few problems in our marriage but I've never suspect that it would lead to this."
"These episodes usually do follow after a person is in extreme emotional distress." The doctor stated.
"Is Sam going to be okay… I mean she's pregnant and… will the baby be safe?" Martin said.
"Stress is very dangerous to the pregnancy… And these attacks can be fatal to the baby; it's unlikely, but in the worse case scenario, it can lead to a miscarriage." The doctor clarified.
"Oh my God!… What are you tying to say? Are these episodes going to continue?" Martin wondered.
"Samantha just needs to be in a calm living condition, especially since she's pregnant, that should be our main concern." The doctor ordered.
Martin walked in the Samantha's hospital room. The room was dimmed and she was lying in the bed quietly. She was wide awake but didn't even acknowledge Martin's presence.
Martin sat down next to her but neither one of them knew how to start the conversation. Samantha couldn't speak, for she was far too upset. Martin wanted to say something, but he didn't want to make things worse.
"You know…" Sam finally spoke.
Martin, who was utterly shocked, was actively listening.
"Why did you cheat on me Martin? I thought that our marriage is what you wanted." She asked.
"I do…" Martin faded out; he didn't want to interrupt.
"I love you, Martin; I'm sorry what I said about the baby. It's your child too and I have no authority to take that right away from you." She said.
"I have a feeling there's a 'but' coming." Martin predicted.
"But I'm not sure that I can forgive you." She said, "Not now anyways…"
Martin looked down on the ground and said, "That's understandable… Maybe one day."
"I can just take my stuff and I'll leave the apartment…" Sam began.
Martin interrupted her, "No…"
"What?" Sam said confused.
"You don't to go through all that work. I'll take my stuff and leave." Martin declared.