Chapter 3- Pain
Sam took a step back, staring at the man who had tormented her life long ago.
"You can't have me" she said, trying to remain fierce and determined, despite the fact that she was scared and shaking.
"I can have anything I want" he said, taking a step closer to her and brushing back her hair.
She cringed at his touch and considered screaming for help. But then she saw his two big thugs at the door and knew that she couldn't do it.
"Last night on the docks, that was you, wasn't it Charlie?" she asked him.
"You were supposed to be brought back to me so I could kill you, or you were at least supposed to die. It's too bad that your little boyfriend had to show up" he said.
"I don't have a boyfriend" she said.
It wasn't because of her anger at Jason that she said what she said, but it was because she wanted to protect Jason from Charlie.
"Maybe Morgan's not your boyfriend anymore, but it's obvious that you still love him"
"I don't know what you're talking about" she lied.
"Oh, yes you do. In a way, I'm glad that he saved you last night. Because killing you just wouldn't have been satisfying enough" he said. "No, I want to see you suffer Sammy" he said with a sinister smirk.
"Don't you think you've seen me suffer enough?" she asked.
"Not nearly" he said before turning to his goons. "Tie her up and gag her" he snapped.
Sam braced herself for a fight, but she was too little to take on the two big men before her and she was soon tied to a chair and a piece of duck tape was put over her mouth.
"I bet your wondering what I'm going to do to you sweetness, hmmm?" he asked her, walking over to her and caressing her face and feeling her neck, despite her efforts to pull away. "Don't worry, you'll be free from any bodily harm" he answered. "But Morgan wont be" he said suddenly, his voice getting eviler and more hate ridden by the second. "Goodbye Sammy, sorry you didn't get a chance to say goodbye to loverboy" said Charlie with another smirk as he left, leaving Sam helpless and frightened. She needed to get out of there and warn Jason.
Jason was lost without Sam; there was nothing else to it. He had spent hours looking for her attacker, and then hours ridding around on his bike, trying to make his heart stop aching. But nothing worked. He had pushed away the one good thing that he had lately in his life. Where did that leave him? Alone. Without anyone to hold in his arms, and breathe in their scent. But he didn't want just anyone. He wanted Sam. He knew that Sam always felt modest compared to Courtney. But he didn't see her that way. He saw her as his Sam, the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. But he had reinforced Sam's doubts. He had beaten her self-confidence with a stick and left it in a heap on the floor. He was such an idiot, and he couldn't help but feel like one. He wanted so desperately to beat a wall to death, but he knew that it would only result in a bruised and bloody hand, and he had no one to take care of him. For once, he was thinking things through. Sam would be so proud of him. If only she was there with him.
Sam struggled against the tight ropes that bound her to the chair. She had been slowly untying them, and although it was hard work, she knew what she was doing. She felt like hours had passed, and she could only imagine horrors happening to Jason. She had never gotten a chance to tell him that she loved him. She had just walked away from him, leaving him confused and alone. What kind of girlfriend was she? She claimed she loved him, but she had managed to hurt him.
'He hurt you' the little voice in her head reminded her.
Pushing aside her thoughts, Sam focused on getting out of her binds.
After about 15 minutes, Sam had managed to untie the ropes that were holding her hand together. Sliding the chair over to the bedside table, she took out the pocket knife she had there and cut the rest of the ropes off, freeing her feet and the rest of her body. Ripping the tape off of her mouth, she grabbed her cell phone and started running, not knowing where she was running to. But she had to find Jason. She had to warn him.
Jason heard his cell phone ring, but he turned it off without even looking at the caller ID. He only wanted to speak to Sam right now, and he figured it was just Sonny, calling to bother him. Little did he know, but it was the girl he was thinking of at the moment. As he continued to walk, he looked out into the water and just stared at it. He remembered jumping in there only the night before to save his beloved. He remembered the fear that had gone through him when he had seen the men throw her lifeless body into the water. He didn't want to think about the pain he experienced in that moment as the fear suffocated him. Trying to brush away the horrifying images, he continued to walk when he heard heavy footsteps behind him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he knew that this was bad news. Grabbing for his gun, he spun around, but he didn't get the shot quick enough. Bullets rang out, and Jason felt a terrible pain go through him. He could feel the flesh being torn and he crumbled to the ground, grasping at his side. The men ran off before Jason could get a clear shot, and he just lied there for a moment, pain ripping through him. He began to fade out, although he knew that he had to stay awake. Trying not to focus on the pain, he tried to get up and walk, but he couldn't even make it up to a sitting position.
Sam ran on to the docks, knowing that Jason liked to come there to think. Her heart stopped at the sight she saw.
"JASON!" she yelled, running over to kneel by his side. "Jason, Jason, please wake up" she begged, cradling his head in her arms as she began to cry.
Jason heard her calling his name. It sounded so far away, and he knew that he was dreaming. Then, he felt her touch. That calming touch.
"Sam?" he asked slowly, and even his voice sounded far away.
"Jase, oh thank god" she said, stroking his face with her hand. "Try to stay awake, ok, keep your eyes open" she said, the tears still falling freely down her face.
"Ok" he mumbled before closing his eyes again, trying to block out the intolerable pain.
"No, no, no, no. Jase, stay awake" she ordered, grabbing for her cell phone. "I'm going to get help, ok?" she asked him.
"No hospital" he murmured.
"I figured as much" she said as she dialed the number.
"Hello?" came the voice on the other end.
"Sonny, its Sam"
"Sam? Is everything ok?" asked Sonny.
"No, it's not" she said, trying to prevent full on sobs. "Jason's been shot. We're at the docks" she said.
"I'll be right there" he answered, hanging up the phone before she could get in another word edgewise.
"Sonny's on his way" Sam said to Jason as she continued to caress his face.
She looked at the man that she loved. He looked so pale and scared. The expression on his face was pained, and she could just imagine the ache he was feeling. Sam realized that there was some way to alleviate his pain. She could take away any emotional hurt that he was feeling. She could give into her desires and forgive him. She could brush off one kiss that he hadn't initiated or wanted in exchange for a lifetime of love with him. That was, if he was ok.
"Jason, can you hear me?" she asked him.
Jason heard her, but she sounded so far away. He only knew that he had her soft touch on his flesh. He could hear her angelic voice, and he could feel the body heat that was radiating off of her as she applied pressure to his wound.
"I can hear you" he finally answered.
"Jason, I'm sorry" she said, bringing on a fresh batch of tears. "I'm sorry I got so mad at you. Because the truth is, Jason I love you. I love you more than anything, and being away from you is just too hard"
"I love you too" he croaked, a small smile creeping on to his face despite the immense discomfort he was feeling.
She smiled back at him and gently lowered her lips to his. Parting them, she kissed him, capturing his lips in a sweet, gentle, and meaningful kiss. Jason was just so thrilled to be kissing her again, that he almost forgot about the pain that he was in. All he felt was his Sam on him. His Sam holding him forever. The kiss was finally ended by the sound of footsteps. Sonny and several men came at them, and Sonny drew in a shallow breath when he saw his friend on the ground. As soon as Jason's lips were separated from Sam's, the pain returned, and he let out a groan, alarming Sonny more.
"Jason, we need to lift you up to put you in the car, is that ok?" Sonny asked him.
"I can't move" he moaned.
"Alright, you don't have to. Max, Francis, and I are going to move you. Alright? Here we go" said Sonny, nodding at the men.
The three picked him up, careful of his wound. Jason cried out in pain and his face contorted, expressing how he felt. Sam looked at her feet and tried to close her ears, unable to hear or see him in that much pain. He reached out for her hand as soon as he was put in the back of the limo, and she jumped in after him, holding him close to her, their fingers interlocked, their bodies dangerously close. As the limo sped to the Harborview Towers, Sam whispered comforting words in his ears and made sure to keep touching him, using her touch to comfort him. Sonny was on the car phone, talking to the doctor, arranging an immediate visit. The limo finally made it home, and the men carried him up to his penthouse. Their bed was already covered in towels and Jason was laid on it, moaning and groaning in pain as he was moved and put down. Sam got on the bed next to him and continued to hold him close. However, the doctor walked in, and she had to back up a little.
"Ms. McCall? My name is Dr. Meaker" the man introduced himself as he shook hands with Sonny and then Sam.
"Is Jason going to be ok?" asked Sam.
"I won't be able to tell you until I look at him" the doctor said with a smile.
"Right, sorry" said Sam, trying to control her shaking hands and to get her brain to function normally as she stood up off the bed.
The doctor started fussing around Jason. Jason felt burning pain as the doctor poked and prodded his wound, and it was all that he could feel. He couldn't see straight and he felt like he was in a haze. He was so confused.
"Sam" he whispered, calling out for her in his pain.
"Shh, I'm right here" she said going back to her position on the bed.
She tried to comfort him, but it was no use. She wiped at the sweat pouring down his face and body, and gently planted kisses all over him. She used her touch to calm him, and he did in fact calm down a little bit. Finally, Dr. Meaker pulled back with a solemn look on his face.
"We need to get him to a hospital" said the forlorn doctor.
"No, no hospitals" Jason croaked.
"Mr. Morgan, the bullet is still lodged in you. We need to get it out immediately"
"Than take it out" he said.
"It's not that simple. It is going to be very, very painful. I have nothing to numb you with and no high tech machines"
"Just do it, I've been through worse" he mumbled.
"Jase, please" begged Sam. She knew that she couldn't bear to see him go through that.
"I'll be fine" he insisted.
"Alright" said the doctor with a sigh. "I'm going to need some men to hold him down" said Dr. Meaker as he turned to Sonny.
Sonny motioned to Max and Francis and the two men went over to Jason and carefully pinned him to the bed.
"Ready, on the count of three" said Dr. Meaker. "One, two, three"
"AHHH!" Jason screamed out in agony as the doctor set to work.
Sam looked the other way, her hand still firmly on Jason's, wishing she could block out the sounds of his cries as he begged for mercy. It was so hurtful to hear him in so much pain. She turned her head back and saw him struggling to get up as Max and Francis pushed him back down.
"Almost out Jason" said Dr. Meaker, his hands stained with Jason's blood.
"Please" Jason begged, not finishing his sentence as he looked pleadingly into Sam's eyes.
Bending down, Sam softly planted a kiss on Jason's lips, and for a second, the pained man almost forgot about the bullet being removed from his body.
"Alright, it's out. We're just going to sew you up" said Dr. Meaker.
Jason groaned but started to calm down a little bit. Sam just sat there with him, stroking his hair and face and kissing him over and over again. Sonny sat back and watched. He hated to see his best friend in such pain, but he was doing everything that he could. At least Jason had Sam back in his life.
Finally, Dr. Meaker was done operating on Jason and went to checking him out to make sure he would be ok. The doctor was working when all of the sudden his face went pale. Looking up at Sam and Sonny, he turned to them to speak.
"Oh no. This certainly does not look good. There's been a complication" said Dr. Meaker, looking down at the patient.
A/N: Remember to review to find out what the complication is. And keep in mind guys, I just love to torture Jason. Lol. ; )