Ugh. I can't even write anymore ): Writers Block sucks! But, Okay—I think I have an idea—Yall are probably going to kill me… or… send a "F'n L Driver Killing Kangaroo" after me (: LONG STORY!!!! Hahahahaha.
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"No—No I really don't think this is a good idea!" Jules protested as her daughters faught against her.
Sam interrupted as he grabbed Jules' shoulder, "Maybe—Maybe it would be good thing for them to get away for a few days."
Jules shook her head.
"Come on Mom! Please!? We just want to drive up to the capital as a road trip, we'll be back in a few days, and we promise to call every few hours to check in!" Jessica begged along with Alexis.
"Yeah Mom! We just want to be able to get more sister time in before the baby comes, because we want to be here the whole time to help out!" Alexis played the sweet and innocent card.
Jules looked to Sam who wrapped one hand over her shoulder and one over her growing belly. "I don't—Fine." Jules sighed, rolling her eyes as she watched the girls jump around screaming. "But I will be checking in on you two constantly—and you don't answer—I will send the team after you." She girls nodded in agreement.
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Alexis and Jessica left the next morning as Sam also left for work. Jules stayed home, 25 weeks pregnant.
It was middle afternoon and Sam should have been getting ready to head home as Jules laid down to take a nap. As she did so her phone rang, and she missed it.
"Hey Jules—I guess your either asleep or out. I just wanted to call and say I was on my way home. It was a kinda rough day at work—I love you babe—Talk to you soon, bye." Sam hung up the phone, hoping that she would hear the voicemail alert and come call him back. He continued driving home. Sam looked down at his phone, he wanted to hear her voice. Only hours earlier they were at a call at a daycare where a little kid was shot. Ed was the one who pulled the trigger in the end—but it was hard on everyone. He reached into the console to lift his phone in his hand and dial her number once more. Glancing down, he lost sight of the road until he placed his hands back on the wheel—as he saw an 18-wheeler coming straight towards him.
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"This man needs help over here!" A kind man who was driving by at the time of the accident had pulled over to help. Sam laid buried in the midst of all the metal of his truck. He glanced down one last time as he saw a red flashing light from his phone—Jules was calling him back. He closed his eyes as all he could hear was screaming and sirens—everything went black as he went out of consciousness.
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"I give up." Jules sighed as she tossed her phone back into her purse and walked back to bed. She laid her head down, waiting for him to be there when she woke up. She worked a few days a week or sometimes every shift just a few hours shorter. She hated when she took the day off, she felt useless and lonely. She cringed as the baby kicked gently while she tried to get some rest.
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"Can we get his wife here?!" On Emergency Room doctor shouted as she inserted a tube to get Sam hooked up to a ventilator.
"I'm on it." One nurse ran to the desk to get a police to go to residence. Two cops left in a hurry.
"We need to get him up to surgery!"
"He's not stable!"
"Well—He's not going to make it if we don't try—Set up another unit."
Two doctors fought back and forth as they treated Sam for the injuries the car crash caused to him. He had broken multiple ribs and had a collapsed lung. None of what the doctor's were doing was waking him up. His heart rate was all over the place as couldn't even breathe on his own.
"Get him in surgery, now!" A doctor shouted as she unlocked the break on the gurney and the doctors and nurses pushed him frantically to the elevator.
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A sudden ding at the front door woke Jules. She climbed out of bed, stopping by the mirror to shake out her hair.
She opened the door to two men in uniform, standing with blank looks on their faces.
"Mrs. Braddock?" One man asked. They wanted to get her back inside seeing that she was pregnant and they knew she could be overly emotional.
She glanced over both of them, "Yes—What's—What's wrong?"
"I think it would be better—."
"Just tell me." She shook her head, frustrated. A tear rolled down her cheek.
One man lifted a license in his hand, "Is this your husband?"
She nodded.
The man speaking grasped her arm with his hand, "We need you to come with us ma'am, your husband was in a car crash earlier and he's in critical condition."
Jules broke down in tears, as she tried to sit down on the front step, both police grabbed her arms to ease her down the steps. "Is there anything we can get you?" One asked.
"I—I need ID." She told them as she walked into the house to grab her bag. The men nodded as one took the drivers seat and the other sat next to her in the backseat of a police car.
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"Where is he?" Jules yelled as the men led her in.
A doctor came forward, "Mr. Braddock is upstairs in surgery. He's still in critical condition—But they're about done and we'll move him to a private room in ICU where we'll monitor him."
Jules bit her lip as she started to cry again.
"They're not going to give up." The doctor whispered to her. "Are you okay?"
Jules placed her hand on her stomach and nodded slowly as the police led her to the elevator.
As they sat in the surgery waiting room, Jules' eyes wandered as she thought of how Sam must have felt with her in the same position, "Of all things." She mumbled.
"Ma'am?" One officer glanced over at her.
"Of all the times we have been shot at, or shot—He could be put in this position from a car wreck."
Both men looked at her confused. She lifted her bag and handed the man a small flip holder with a badge on one side and SRU ID card on the other.
"You both work for the SRU?"
She nodded slowly as a doctor came from the doors to the operating room. Both officers rose to their feet, "Dr. Hoff, this is Mrs. Braddock." One introduced as Jules stayed seated and the doctor, a young woman, came to shake her hand, and sat down next to her. "We have your husband stabilized—Though, he still has severe injuries to his ribs and we repaired the collapsed lung. Another thing was a dislocated shoulder and we fixed that too. We're moving him to a private room in the ICU once he is out of recovery—he—he still hasn't woken up."
Jules trembled as she placed her face in her palms and cried, moving one hand to her abdomen. "Can I—?"
"Follow me." The doctor smiled and stood up, placing her hand on Jules' back as they walked past the cops. "Thank you gentlemen." The doctor nodded as the two officers exited the room by entering the elevator.
The room was very white and sterile. Jules glanced around, as she hadn't ever really seen the recovery room when she was fully awake. Jules didn't even have to wait for the doctor to point Sam out. She saw him lying in a bed, resting as peacefully as you can after being banged up in a car wreck. The doctor nodded, "Go ahead." Tears ran down Jules' face as she collapsed by the bed in tears and two nurses came in to get her a chair.
He laid still, not even flinching as the steady beeps of the heart monitor sounded. His face was bruised where he hit the steering wheel. She gently stroked his cheek as a tear of hers fell to the bed.
"This is for you." Dr. Hoff smiled as she handed Jules Sam's wedding ring they took off before surgery. She closed her eyes as she tightened her hand around it.
"Is there anyone we can call for you?"
"I'll call my daughters later." Jules smiled. The doctor looked at her confused. "Adopted." Jules corrected.
"You tell any one if you need anything." The doctor smiled as she left Sam and Jules alone.
Jules took a deep breath before saying her first words. She took his hand firmly in hers as she broke down crying again, placing her face next to his in the pillow. "Sammy—You can make it—I did—I know you can." She whispered in is ear. She kissed his cheek gently as he showed no signs of responding.
"Sam—I—I need you, I really can't do this without you." She told him, placing her hand on her abdomen as she sat back up. "And the girls—they need you too. Come on Sammy—wake up." She begged as she shook her head low and tightened her hand around his. "I love you."
She had nothing else to say—All she could do was wait, and let him know that she was with him.
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"He's been stable this whole time—we can move him to another room." Two nurses told her as they came in with the doctor and moved the hospital bed to the elevator with Jules following closely.
As they stood in the elevator, all that was heard was the quiet beeping of the heart monitor, and the ding for each floor they went up. Breaking the silence, the doctor smiled to Jules who held Sam's hand tightly. "How far along are you?"
Jules glanced over, "25—25 weeks."
The doctor smiled and nodded, "Congratulations."
"Yeah—well—I don't know what I'll do if I lose him. We have two teenage adopted daughters—they're sisters—and a girl on the way. I need him more than anything—He's been through a lot with me—we've helped each other through rough times."
The doctor and nurses smiled as Jules kissed Sam's hand and they headed off the elevator in to the ICU halls and ended in a private room.
"How long do you think he'll still be unconscious?" Jules asked, worried as she stared straight down at Sam.
"We never know—he could wake up in a few minutes—to a few weeks. Just make him feel comfortable and safe—and he'll wake up." The doctor hesitated for a moment as Jules dropped her head to her palms in tears. "I'll be back in a little bit to check in—you can grab any nurse in the ICU if you have any questions." Jules nodded, "Thanks." She said through sobs.
She was alone again with him. All she could do was stare at his unconscious body. She broke down yelling and screaming. Who was she yelling at? Him or herself?
"Damn it—I—Why?! Sam, come on—Please Sam, please!" She paused for a moment. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to balance out her weight as she leaned over him, placing her cheek on the un-bruised side of his chest. She cried her eyes out, letting her tears pour onto his chest. Her hair fell along his side gently. Jules rested in the same position for a few minutes until she felt her hair moving with the gentle touch of someone's fingers.
"Don't cry." Sam groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. She held still to be sure not to hurt him. "Sam—." She whispered as she started to cry in relief that he was awake.
"Are you—." He cleared his throat from the dryness of where they had him on a ventilator earlier. "Are you okay?"
"Yes Sam—I'm better now though." She gently eased up from his chest as his hand fell from her hair. She tried to climb off the bed as he grabbed her arm. He smoothed out a place next to him, "Come here." He whispered, telling her to sit closer. She slid closer to him as he pulled his hand from her arm and placed it on her abdomen.
"Sammy—You had me so worried, what happened?"
He looked up at her as he felt the kicking of his daughter against his hand, "Im not really sure baby—I was on my way home and I think—There was a truck coming at me, and I don't know—I just took my eyes off the road for a moment and I slid into the other lane."
Jules shook her head, "Sam—I don't ever want two police at my doorstep again—with your ID in their hand, you hear me?"
Sam chuckled, "I promise as long as you promise."
She giggled, "Promise." Jules leaned sideways to kiss Sam on the lips and avoid hurting him or the baby.
"Good." He laughed, grabbing his side in pain.
"Sweetie, don't move—you had surgery a few hours ago."
"I can tell." He groaned as he continued to move his hand across her belly, "A few more months and we'll be set with a daughter of our own."
"Sam—you were almost killed and that's what you care about?"
"Of course—You and this baby and the girls are my reason for living." Sam smiled.
A quiet knock on the door set the two alert. "I see someone woke up." The doctor said excitedly as she came into the room.
Sam nodded easily, "Lucky me." He joked as he was in pain.
"Don't worry, we'll get you on more meds for the pain—we just had to get you awake before we knocked you out again." The doctor giggled. "Look's like your wife begging worked, you're up—that's a really good sign."
Jules blushed as Sam stroked his hand along her dark hair.
The doctor checked the monitors and started an IV of morphine, "You should be able to fight the pain with that." She smiled as she left the room.
"I'll call the girls in a little bit—I haven't told them yet because I wanted to be with you."
Sam smiled, "That's okay." He took her hand in his and kissed it gently.
"You get some sleep." She whispered as he started to close his eyes. She kissed him gently as he nodded and fell asleep.
Okay… so … It was Sam's turn to get hurt :P hahahaha. SORRY!
OHHH MANN..
HAPPY FLASHPOINT FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!
AND AND AND HAPPY FLASHPOINT DAY TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can yall believe our wonderful show is a year old!? Awww. Now Imma go buy some balloons and write a characters name on each of them (: lmao.
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