"Okay Miss Spade, you're going to be just fine,"

There's no use speaking to me you moron, I am hardly awake! It was the last thing she remembered thinking before completely passing out.

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Martin didn't like lying, it wasn't one of those things anybody particularly liked, but he actually hated it. When it came to Samantha, or her safety, lying was ok. Well, as ok as it could get. He'd lied twice now. Not intentionally, more of a spur of the moment thing. The fact that he was an FBI agent wasn't a lie, but he wasn't supposed to be at the scene, so that was.

"Which way is the train?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you, it's still dangerous. They're just removing some of the victims from the scene," The woman smiled at Martin, although he was certainly not in the mood to smile back.

"Have they taken the FBI agent safely away from the scene?"

The woman nodded. She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Was she one of yours?" Martin wasn't sure what she meant at first, "Did you know her?"

"Oh, yes, she's part of my team actually. Is she ok?"

"There's no saying honey, sorry,"

Martin thanked the police woman and walked off towards the scene, even though she had told him not to. The first thing he saw was an ambulance, which was where he had to go. It was moving, and he seemed too far away to be able to catch it up, but hell was he going to try.

"STOP, PLEASE! I WANT TO COME WITH YOU!!" He yelled, running behind it, but he had been right, it was too far away.

He sighed and began to walk back to his car. If he couldn't ride with her, he could be the first thing she saw when she woke up for sure.

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Danny and Viv sat just across from Martin, Danny's nose in a car magazine, Viv nearly asleep in the comfy hospital waiting room chairs. Martin was wide awake, his eyes hovering on the door, doing as it said on the door, waiting. It had been just over half an hour since they'd brought Sam in, and nobody had been allowed to see her yet, whilst the doctors did tests or whatever.

Martin had always hated hospitals. The smell, the atmosphere, the polished white floors, everything; it just made him feel sick. And to think that the one person he loved more in the world was in one, perhaps even to die… no he couldn't think that! He had to think positive, isn't that what he'd always had to tell people?

"Are you here about Miss Spade?"

Martin looked up. A young doctor was looking down at him, a pile of folders and papers clutched to her chest. He nodded.

"You can go in to see her now, only one of you though. She's still unconscious I'm afraid.

Danny nodded at Martin, telling him he could go in and Viv gave him a positive smile. Silently, he opened the waiting room door, and followed the doctor onto a quiet corridor and into a room. The room was dark, and there was only one bed.

"She's being kept in here; it's our surveillance room, where we can keep an eye on our more worrying patients," the doctor said quietly "I'll give you some time alone"

She left them. Carefully, Martin pulled up a stool to the side of Sam's bed and sat down. He reached for her hand. It was warm, where as he had expected it to be cold, drained of life. Tears couldn't be held back anymore. He let them spill down his cheeks.

"Samantha, I love you. You just hang in there, you know, we're gonna get you through this," he sniffed it rather than said it, "I'll be here, I'm not leaving you,"