Part IV
Hours went by, and soon he felt someone trying to wake him. "Luka?"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just me, Carter. They have a bed upstairs for Sam; she's being admitted to Medicine. But only for a day or two."
Suddenly Sam woke up in a panic.
"I have to get out! I have to go, I need to get away!"
Luka and Carter tried to hold her down, but she thrashed around and escaped their hold.
"Sam! Wait, don't leave!"
Luka tired to get a hold of her arms, but she was running wildly. She ran down the hallway towards Admit, and Carter and Luka chased after her.
"No, don't touch me! GO AWAY!"
Luka finally managed to get a firm grip on her left arm. She tried to get away again, but crumbled to the floor in tears instead.
"Stop, please stop." She begged him sobbing between words.
Luka held her tight, trying to make her feel safe. "Shh, it's okay. You're safe."
He kissed her cheek and smoothed her hair as Carter cam over with a syringe of Valium to calm her.
"It's alright Sam, after this shot, you'll feel fine."
He smiled. Her crying became softer as her eyes slowly closed and she went to sleep in Luka's arms. He put her back in bed and they wheeled her upstairs.
She slept for several more hours, and just after sunrise, Susan stopped by for a visit.
"How is she Luka?"
"Sedated, she woke up in the ER agitated and manic. Carter gave her some Valium. They reduced her fractured wrist and brought her up here. She'll sleep for a couple more hours. I haven't really talked to her yet. I'm, not even sure she'll want to talk. She went through a horrible thing."
"Yeah, but you'll have to get through it somehow. Both of you, it affects you too, and Alex. You just have to love her, and support her, and help her in whatever ways she'll let you help her." She looked at her watch and rolled her eyes. "I have to go, Weaver's gonna have my head if I'm late again. I'll try to come by again when she's feeling up to having visitors."
"Thanks Susan. I'll tell her you were here."
Sam awoke about two hours later, sore and confused.
"Luka?" She couldn't speak above a whisper.
Luka was right there, standing next to her bed. "I'm here Sam. Is something wrong?"
"I…it hurts."
"What hurts, your head, your arm? Tell me."
She just looked at him with tears in her eyes. Sam opened her mouth to say something, but then changed her mind and stayed quite. Luka smiled kindly.
"Never mind, we can talk later. Do you want to eat?"
"No. I just want to lay here and think."
"Okay. I'm gonna go get some coffee; do you want anything at all?"
"No."
He bent down to kiss her, but she just turned away.
"Bye Luka."
Luka felt completely crushed, but he understood. "I'll be back in a little while."
He went down to the ER. Everyone was working, getting back to life as usual. It was as if they didn't know or care that Sam was up there, cutting herself off from the whole world. He wanted her to feel better, but Luka knew that there was nothing he or anyone else could do to make her pain go away in an instant. He went into the lounge and got some coffee. Carter was there.
"Hey Luka. How is Sam doing?"
"As well as can be expected. She woke up a little while ago."
"That's good."
Luka laughed, reflecting on how not good their conversation had gone. "She umm, she didn't want to eat, or talk to me. So I wouldn't exactly call it good. I don't want to push at her, but I can't just let her wither away. I want to help her get past this."
"I would love to be able to tell you what to do, but we both know that I suck at being a caring, bruiting boyfriend. It's not really my strong suit."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Have you seen Abby around?"
"Yeah, she took a head lack down to Sutures."
"Thanks Carter." And then Luka was off to find Abby.
He figured since Abby had been attacked a few years ago, she may be able to impart something to Sam to make her feel better. He didn't know what she could say, be there had to be something. Abby was just finishing the sutures when Luka came in.
"Okay Mr. Percy, you're done. Be careful with that cleaver in your butcher shop from now on."
"Okay, Dr. Lockhart, I'll try."
Abby smiled as he left, and saw Luka come in.
"Hey Luka, why aren't you up with Sam?"
"She doesn't really want my company now. I wanted to know if you could do me-I mean us, a favor."
"Like what?"
"She doesn't want to talk about it, or anything. I know she'll need some space, but I'm afraid that she'll never want to talk. And since you have been pretty close to being in her shoes, you could say something that would make her feel like talking to someone, anyone, about what happened."
"You know you can't rush it Luka. She went through the most horrible thing imaginable, and I think if I had gone through it, I would still be trying to get over it."
Luka threw his arms in the air, in frustration. "Thanks, Abby, that makes me feel loads better! Thinking that my wife-to-be is going to be emotionally damaged for years to come! That's great! Will you at least try to talk her, like maybe in a few days?"
"I guess. I'm not sure what good it'll do. But no matter what I say, it's still going to take a lot more then encouragement from me to get through this, and she won't even want to at first. And I know you want to be able to fix her right now, but itdoesn't happen like that. Just don't give up, and after a while, she'll come around."
He smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You're great!" Luka finally decided to go back up to Sam.