"It might be a small concussion, but everything looks fine." A doctor put a band aide on Samantha's head.
Samantha and Danny were in a small car accident. Danny was standing in a corner. He watched the doctor assist Samantha.
The car accident injured Danny as well. Though, he did not have a concussion. He just had a few stitches on the sides of his head.
Danny was still in shock because of the news he had just received from Samantha. She's pregnant. Danny could not believe it. Was that the problem Martin and she were facing? He felt very guilty now. He had pushed and shoved into their problem. He was just trying to help. Nonetheless, he probably made it worse.
"If you guys would just sign out I think you guys will be fine." The doctor directed.
"Okay." Samantha said when the doctor left.
Samantha felt extremely awkward since Danny wasn't saying anything. He was merely staring at her. She could not believe she spilled her secrete to him. She did not know why. She probably told him because she wanted to get it off her chest.
"You okay?" She broke the silence.
"What do you mean you were pregnant?" He asked out of the blue.
"What?" She did not understand the true meaning of his question.
"You said you were pregnant. Were means past tense. Shouldn't you have said you are pregnant?" Danny speculated.
Samantha's heart sunk real deep. She didn't know what to say. She did not want to explain to Danny about it. However, she knew that he would not stop talking about it.
"Yeah well… what happened was." She was trying to think of an excuse.
All of a sudden, Jack walked into the hospital room, "There're you guys are. Are you guys okay? What happen?" Jack started to mutter out worries.
Samantha knew that Danny wasn't going to let this go. However, he did not want to talk in front of Jack. Therefore, he said, "Just a small car bump. We're fine."
"Okay. Good. Samantha, I want you to go home. The doctor said that you have a concussion and he wants you to go home for the rest of the day." Jack declared.
"Jack, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Samantha answered.
"I'm not taking any chances. Martin is out back and he's going to take you home." Jack insisted, "Danny I want you at desk duty."
Martin was driving Samantha to her apartment. Samantha was dismayed with her headache. Of all the people who had to take her home, it had to be Martin Fitzgerald.
"How are you?" Martin asked.
"What do you mean?" Sam was afraid that he was talking about their post matter break up.
"How's your head." Martin innocently wondered.
"Oh, it hurts a little but I think I'll be good by tomorrow." She described.
After a long pause of uneasiness, Martin brought up a touchy subject, "And how are you doing…"
"With the break up thing…" Sam clarified.
Martin nodded.
"I didn't move on as easy as you did. And I'm not sure that I'll be good by tomorrow." Samantha announced.
After Martin reached her apartment complex, he walked Samantha to her front door. He wanted to show that he was still a gentleman.
"You know you didn't have to walk me to my door." Sam explained.
"Jack instructed me to take you home and I am." Martin assisted.
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." Sam went in the door.
Martin blocked the door for closing, "Look Sam." Samantha thought Martin was about to endure in a long explanation, "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I never ever meant to hurt you." Moreover, that was the end of Martin's clarification. There was nothing more or nothing less.
Samantha didn't know what to say. He went to kiss her on the cheek, and she turned his face and she kissed him full on the mouth. They begin making out as they made their way into the apartment. Martin ripped off his jacket. Martin pushed Samantha against the wall.
"Martin!" Samantha panted his name.
Samantha fell onto her bed as Martin lied on top of him. Samantha and Martin both were passionately kissing for some time.
Martin didn't know what he was doing. Last week, he hated her for having an abortion. Now he was apologies to her for no apparent reason. Nonetheless, the truth was he was right and she was wrong. Now, he was about to going to have sex with her.
Sam started to unbutton his shirt, "Sam wait a second." Martin stopped their special moment.
"What's wrong?" Sam objected.
"I can't do this do." Martin declared.
"Do what?" Sam uttered.
"I can't sleep with you." Martin acknowledged. Martin got up and started to button his shirt again.
Samantha was confused, "Look, I know that this is complicated. And despite what were my best intentions, I know that I haven't helped. But there's no reason why we can't work this out."
"This doesn't change anything, Sam! This doesn't mean that we're in a relationship again." Martin stated.
"Well, I know that we're not having a relationship right now, but later—" Sam pronounced.
"If you wanted a relationship with me, then why the hell did you terminate our pregnancy?" Martin brought up an unmentionable tenet.
"Hold on a second here. You did not stop me from having an abortion. And five minutes ago, you did not stop me from kissing you. You didn't stop me. Remember?" Samantha reminded.
"That was a mistake. Ok? I should have stopped you from terminating the pregnancy. And five minutes ago, I should not have let you kiss me. You're not worth what I'm risking." Martin said.
"Risking what?" Sam asked.
Martin didn't say anything.
"That woman you are dating." Sam suggested.
Martin still didn't say anything.
"I'm sure that woman doesn't mean as much as I do." Samantha stated.
But before she could continued Martin said, "Did mean. Samantha I do not love you anymore. I'm not willing to risk my future over you Samantha."
Samantha comprehended that this was it! Martin was finally tired of trying. He was ready to give up and move on.
"Goodbye." Martin gave his farewell. As he picked up his jacket and left, he was ready to start his new life.
