There wasn't much point in trying to force her eyes open, Sam had realised this a good hour ago but yet she still tried. She wanted to know that Martin was with her, that what she'd heard before was just some kind of joke or prank, but she wasn't sure, and she wouldn't be until she could see him. She heard someone breathing, but that could easily just be her.

"You still here sir?"

"It would appear so, wouldn't it… she's still not awake,"

Okay, that was good, means he's here. Sam smiled inwardly, her face still plain to the eye though, Oh my gosh, he's here, he cares. Why she hadn't been sure of this before, was not clear, it definitely felt good to know he cared though. Once again, she tried to open her eyes, to make any expression at all. Once again she failed.

"You should probably go home, get some rest?" Sam didn't recognise the voice. Well she did, but only from earlier on in the day, she didn't know who it was.

"No, I want to stay with her, she needs someone," Martin again, "I need to be here when she wakes up,"

Slowly, two soft brown eyes peeked up at Martin, shiny as ever, full of life. They were followed by a smile.

"How are you feeling sweetie?"

Everything was hazy, even Martin's face, but Samantha managed to make out the word's he was saying, even if she couldn't reply. She managed a weak nod. Martin squeezed her hand.

"I'm staying with you, okay; I'm not going to let anything happen to you,"

She wanted to smile, to say that she knew he was there and that she knew she was going to be okay, but she couldn't. Everything ached, some parts of her even so numb that she couldn't feel them, and her face felt as though it was made of lead. She could barely keep her eyes open. He understood though, she could tell from the soft smile on his face. Martin was quite happy sitting there staring at her, and could be for hours.

"I don't want to worry you…" Martin looked down, "… but well I have to know, and this is the only way. Is there something you haven't told me?"

He looked up again, fixing his gaze on hers. What's he talking about? Samantha wondered, still not able to find the strength she needed to speak. As far as she knew, she'd been completely honest with him, as always.

"Okay, I understand, you need rest. We can talk about this later," He stood up and kissed the top of her head gently.

"I love you," She just managed to mouth the words, no sound coming out. Martin smiled at her.

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"But she's going to be okay, yeah?"

"For the fifth time Viv, he doesn't know! She's stable, you know what the hospital are like, always tell you their 'stable' just so you'll shut up,"

Viv shook her head, a smile on her lips. Danny had just come off the phone with Martin, who was the only one still at the hospital. It wasn't that Danny and she hadn't wanted to stay, there was just a lot of work to do at the office. They'd found it hard to focus though, constantly worrying about Sam's condition, so it was good to hear that she was awake.

"They don't say that unless they're stable," Viv sighed, shaking her head again, "I'm just worried, she's part of the team, she's my friend,"

Danny nodded, she was his best friend, he didn't want anything to happen to her either, but he couldn't help being annoyed at the hospital when all they would say is 'she's stable'. Sam hadn't exactly had the smoothest running life ever, even if she wouldn't admit it, this was not the first time he'd had to worry about her.

"We should try Jack's cell again,"

Viv shook her head once again, "He'll be in the meeting by now, we don't want to disturb him,"

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"Hey"

Samantha's eye lids fluttered open. To her surprise, Martin was still there, and he looked as if he'd… slept at the hospital! She wasn't sure why, but Sam found this funny. Mid-laugh, she made a sort of choking sound, her throat still dry.

"Sorry, did I wake you? Here…" Martin carefully held a glass of water to her lips, and she managed to swallow a little, "Better?"

"A little… thanks," Her voice came out as a croak.

Martin put the glass back down and put a hand to her face, stroking her cheek gently. Although his hands were sort of cold, Sam felt her eyes closing again, but she quickly opened them again.

"Yesterday… what did you mean?"

He stood back, not quite sure what she meant, until suddenly it came to him. He smiled.

"It doesn't matter,"

Sam looked at him, the rest of her body perfectly still, her eyes following his every move, or as best she could. It put him on edge.

"It does… to me,"

"Sam, if you don't know what I meant, you don't know what I meant and it doesn't matter,"

"Is there something you're not telling me then?" If it wasn't that she could barely move, Sam would definitely have put her hands on her hips right about now.

"Okay… fine… why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" He didn't mean that to come out so harsh, but once he said it, he stared at Samantha, trying to read her expression, "… or did you not know?"

Samantha let out a dry laugh, much like the one that had escaped Martin's lips when he heard the news. It took a while for her to actually realize that he wasn't joking, he was deadly serious.

"What?!"