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"I'm sorry Jack, you have to face facts, she's a liability and the team would be much better off without her," Viv held the phone to her ear, listening to what Jack had to say.
Martin sat on the edge of Sam's bed, loosely holding her hand as if he didn't realize he was doing so. Danny sat on a stool. They were also deep in conversation.
"I know, I know, I'm going to dump her the minute she wakes up, believe me. I mean being seen with a dumb-ass like her for a girlfriend is hardly good for my reputation is it?" Martin let go of her hand, "You have to be pretty dumb to get shot once, but twice? A goldfish must have a bigger brain than hers,"
Danny laughed. Martin and he joked about Samantha for a while longer, whilst Vivian reasoned with Jack over the phone. Sam wanted to open her eyes, to yell an apology at them, but she didn't have the strength. They were the only friends she had, and now they were leaving her. She felt like a failure, like a fraud, like she should never have been let into the FBI.
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Jack hung up, placing his cell phone back into its charger. He wasn't sure what to think, the news had come as a shock to him, and he wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't like he could rush back, it would take at least 3 hours to get over there, but he really didn't feel like hanging around here, alone, when back home he was obviously needed. He had a job to do, and he had to do it, so without another thought, he pulled up outside the block of offices and walked in.
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The beeping sound was unbearable, even if Martin hadn't known what it was. He grabbed Sam's hand again, silently praying that she was going to be okay. After several seconds, they were separated by doctors and nurses who ran into the room, armed with machinery and gloves. He got told to wait outside.
There was only one thought in his mind, and it was far from a good thought. Is this the end, is this where I say goodbye? He didn't want to think about that. Even from out in the corridor, he could hear the long beeping sound, a sound that told you if people were dying, a sound that could only be heard in a hospital, a sound which meant the end. Martin pressed his face up against the glass of the door, tears pouring down his cheeks. He could see her, her face pale, her body limp. Every time the doctors shocked her with their machines, they shook their heads in disbelief. Nothing was working, or so it seemed, and they were quickly losing Sam. Martin stepped back, away from the door, and leant up against the wall. Crying was all he could do.
The door burst open. The young doctor from earlier on came out, a clipboard still pressed to her chest. She looked at Martin, and smiled a little.
"You may want to sit down," she gestured towards a chair and Martin sat down, "As you probably know, we were just very close to losing Samantha. But we got her back, and she's stable. In fact, they both are,"
"Both… what do you mean?"
The doctor looked embarrassed and surprised at the same time. She looked down at her notes, as if to check something.
"You don't know? I'm sorry… I just uh… assumed…"
"Assumed what? What are you talking about?" Martin raised an eyebrow.
"I… I'm not sure I should say,"
Martin glanced back at the door of Sam's hospital room and then back at the doctor.
"Say what? Tell me, I have a right to know,"
The doctor looked at her notes again, her cheeks a little red. She coughed, clearing her throat before turning back to Martin.
"It seems Samantha was erm..." She paused, "Is pregnant, about 9 weeks,"
Martin let out an uneasy laugh. What he was hearing, was unbelievable, they'd always been so careful. Not meaning this was a bad thing, well not a disaster, it just meant he had two people to look after. He had to be there for Samantha even more now.
"Right… okay, can I go and see her now?"
"Of course, she's still sleeping though…" and with that the doctor got back to her work, leaving Martin to think.
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