"Wow, that was intense." said Martin.

"I know. Poor Samantha." said Vivian.

"So what happened when I wasn't in the room then?" asked Danny.

"She thought that James Riley was in the room with her, and she could still see him when she closed her eyes. She also blamed herself, she thought she should have done more to stop him." said Vivian.

"Before Viv came in she was crying, she said how scared she was and that she thought we wouldn't find her."

"It must have been hell for her." said Danny. "I mean for something to get her to cry in public is pretty big."

"We should really get going to the office, or we're going to have one pissed off boss." said Vivian jokingly.

2.00pm

"Hey guys. How is Sam?" asked Jack.

Vivian, Danny and Martin exchanged glances.

"She's awake." said Danny.

"She kinda freaked out. She thought Riley was there, she said she kept seeing him. And to top it off she thinks its her fault and she should have tried harder to stop him." said Martin.

"Her mom and step dad are in town. I don't know how happy she was about that though. Her mom told us a bit about Samantha's father." said

Vivian. "Things weren't so good between them. Anyway, Sam's family have gone to check into a hotel. They're gonna stay in town for a little bit."

"Good. Van Doren wants everyone's report on the case asap." said Jack.

"I think I'll go see Samantha for a bit. If you are all ok here?"

Martin looked slightly suspicious about Jack's intentions. Vivian glanced over at Martin and smiled reassuringly.

"We'll be fine Jack you go." said Danny.

"Thanks." said Jack.

"I'll go find Jack's case file." said Danny.

"Martin don't worry about Jack and Samantha. She loves you."

"Thanks Viv." said Martin. "Well we'd better get started on the reports."

2.30pm

"Hey Sam." said Jack walking into Samantha's room. "How are you?"

"Sick of people asking me that. Sick of being here. You know I don't like hospitals. Do I have to stay here? Please can I go?" Samantha pleaded.

"You know you have to stay until you're completely better."

"But.."

"No 'buts' Sam. It's for the best. Ummm Vivian told me what happened earlier. You know it isn't your fault."

"I should have done more to stop him! I couldn't fight back I wanted to so much but I just froze."

"Samantha, please listen to me. You did all you could have. You should be glad nothing worse happened."

"Worse? Worse than being stuck in here, being too scared to close my eyes. Reliving all the memories, feeling all the pain. Don't you know what he did Jack? Look at me! Covered in scars, cuts, bruises. He fucking raped

me! Tortured me for hours for his own sick pleasure. It can't get worse Jack."

"Sam I," said Jack reaching out to hold her hand.

"Don't touch me!" yelled Samantha pulling her hand away and starting to cry. "Please just go."

"Please Sam..."

"Jack don't." Sam whispered between sobs.

Jack got up and slowly walked out, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

3.10pm

Jack walked back into the office, in a state of disbelief over what had happened with Samantha.

"How did it go?" asked Vivian concerned, seeing Jack's face.

"Not that good." answered Jack.

"What happened?" asked Martin.

"Well she was ok I guess when I got in. I asked her if she was alright. She just said she was sick of being asked that, and that she didn't want to stay in the hospital. So she asked if she could go home. So I

told her she had to stay until she was better. She seemed to accept that. I told her that Viv had told me what she said earlier. She still thinks its her fault. I told her what happened could have been worse, and that's when she completely lost it."

"Why? What did she do?" asked Danny.

"She started yelling about how it couldn't be worse." Jack winced remembering the conversation. "Ummm she said she keeps seeing him, and reliving the memories. God." he paused for a moment. "So how are the reports coming?"

"Jack don't change the subject. We have a right to know, we all care about her." said Vivian firmly.

"She swore, she hardly ever swears, she was so angry. I've never heard her like that. I reached for her hand, and she just yelled at me to not touch her and get out and started crying." finished Jack.

The others looked shocked, this wasn't the Samantha that they knew.

"Well I guess something like what happened may have triggered some unusual behavior." said Danny.

"I guess so." said Vivian, but in her head there was some doubt as to whether Sam would really ever recover from something this traumatic.

4.30pm

"Samantha? Sam, its me." said Nicole.

"Hi mom." said Sam without expression.

"You want to talk about anything?" asked Nicole.

"No I'm good. Umm where's John?"

"He's out. Just looking around. I said we needed some mother/daughter time. If you don't mind me asking, what's going on with you and umm Martin? Is it?"

"Nothing's going on. Why?"

"He really cares about you. You should have seen him he was so worried about you." said Nicole smiling gently.

"I like him, but I just don't know. It's complicated." replied Samantha.

"I just spoke to the doctor and he said you are making excellent progress and you should be out of here in about 3 or 4 days. But that's only if you carry on like this."

"Mom? What did you tell the others about? You know about my father and stuff?"

"Well I told them about why you ran away when you were 17. I think they wanted to know more about your early life though. Why didn't you tell them?" said Nicole.

"I didn't want their pity or anything." said Samantha.

"But Samantha they deserved to know. What else haven't you told them about?"

"All they knew is that I grew up in Wisconsin with my family. Now they know about my father and everything."

"Samantha..."

"I will tell them when I'm ready. God, you can't just turn up like this, after I haven't heard from you in so long and tell me what to do and act as though nothing has happened." said Samantha in an angry voice.

Nicole sighed and looked at her hands.

Samantha looked at her mom, upset that she had hurt her Mom's feeling. She turned on her side to face her mom, but that small movement sending shooting pains up and down her leg and in her shoulder, and she couldn't stop a pained gasp that came out.

Nicole's head shot up, "Samantha? You alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." said Sam, but her face betraying her true feelings.

She breathed in deeply against the pain, but the pain was increasing and she started to feel light headed.

"I'm gonna call a nurse." said Nicole, getting up.

Samantha lay back on the pillows, now exhausted. The sound of the door closing then opening a few seconds later told her that her mom was back.

"So Samantha, how you feeling?" said the nurse checking her vitals.

"Just some pain." said Samantha through gritted teeth.

"Ok. I'll just increase the pain medication." said the nurse, fiddling with one of the drips. "There you go. If the pain increases, or you feel any nausea or you need anything just press the call button."

"Thank you." said Nicole.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to come out like that." said Samantha regretfully.

"But you meant to say it." said Nicole sadly. "I know I haven't been around much, and I want to make it up to you."

"Why wait till now?" asked Samantha.

"I...uhhh, honestly I don't know. I kept telling myself to call you know after we had that huge fight, but..." she trailed off and shrugged.

"I wanted to call too, but I didn't know if you would want me too." admitted Samantha. "Things changed when you married John."

"I know, and I'm so sorry. But he makes me happy. Can't you be happy for me?" pleaded Nicole.

"Of course I want you to be happy Mom!" said Samantha. "And I am happy for you. I just wish..." she finished with a sigh.

Nicole looked at her curiously. "You wish what?"

"I don't know."

"Umm." Nicole looked down nervously. "I meant to tell you earlier, John got a call from his mother. She's really ill and uhhh we've got to go back home."

"When?" asked Samantha.

"Tomorrow. I'm so sorry sweetie, but now that you are doing so much better...she really needs us there."

"And I don't?" said Samantha indignantly.

"Please don't be mad sweetie." Nicole begged.

"It's ok. I didn't expect you to stay long. Not being rude but I'm a bit tired now." Said Sam quietly.

"Ok. I am sorry. I'll come before we go." she got up and let herself out quietly.

Samantha smiled a bitter smile. Typical, she thought. She lay there trying not to let negative thoughts invade her mind, but not succeeding very well.