A/N: Thanks for telling me about hospital rules in your countries. (I was surprised to hear I even have readers in France. Wow!) And for liking my story so much! I mean, it's my first try, but I'm glad to hear you like it.

I corrected the mistakes you pointed out; thanks for telling me, I want to know if I make mistakes so I can do better next time!

I am trying to add more fluff, I hope I'm succeeding... I think I already made enough of you cry – I didn't expect to get so much positive reactions (well, I guess crying is more of a negative reaction, but you know what I mean) to my first story. Whoohoo! Thanx, thanx, thanx!

Dedicated to: berta 101, fairygurl621, bdoney, lapmal, freitazal, missusmesser and csigirlie156, Muzzy-Olorea

Chapter 5

At first she couldn't see anything. In the corridor there had been bright neon lights, but Martin's room was only dimly lit by a small lamp in the corner. She carefully closed the door, trying not to make too much noise. It was stupid, she knew he wouldn't wake up from the sound of the door closing, but nevertheless she didn't want to disturb the silence. There seemed to be this unspoken rule which forbid any noise in the ICU.

When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she recognized Martin's features on the bed. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she saw all the wires connected to his body, the IV line in his arm and the beeping heart monitor beside his bed. He looked so weak. Never before had she seen him like this. Of course he had been weak before. She had seen him worried about cases, sometimes even crying, and his aunt being missing had really gotten to him, but this was different. He looked so... broken.

Slowly she stepped towards the bed, stopping right in front of it. As she looked down on him she could see that his face was pale, but at the same time held a somehow peaceful expression. Not knowing what to do she slowly reached down, touching the back of his hand with her fingertips. "Hey," she whispered.

The only thing sign that he was still alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest. He didn't react to her touch. No movement, no twisting of his face, nothing. Tears started rolling down her face. Maybe he would die tonight but there was nothing she could do to help him. She just wanted to run out of the room and cry, but a voice in her head prevented her from doing so.

'There is one thing you can do for him. Just stay here. Stay with him, show him you're here with him, show him he's not alone.'

It was true. He didn't need a doctor right now, even a doctor couldn't help him. What he needed was someone who cared about him. Someone who loved him.

'And I am that special someone?' She wondered. Deep down she knew the answer. Yes, she was. Danny had told her Martin wanted her to know that he loved her. So she would stay with him tonight, even all of tomorrow if it was necessary. No one could get her out of this room until he woke up. No one.

Samantha grabbed a chair and pulled it closer to his bed. She covered his hand which was lying on the white sheet with her own, trying to show him she was there. His hand was warm and soft, just like it had always been. She remembered the many times he had touched her with this hand, the times he had caressed her skin and the thought of the softness of his touch was enough to make her shiver.

But suddenly regret flooded her mind as she thought about the many times she had told him off, not wanting to let the others know about their relationship. She knew that her fear of being the topic of the office gossip had ruined everything between the two of them. He didn't want to hide it any longer, he wanted to have a serious relationship, not just someone he slept with. It was painful to put it that way, as she had once described their relationship as just sleeping together. Afterwards, Martin had barely talked to her anymore, and then he just broke up with her that fateful morning in the office.

But none of this mattered right now. It was in the past. When he woke up everything would change. She would change it.

She didn't listen to the nagging voice in the back of her mind saying, 'That is if he wakes up.' Instead, she just started talking. "You're gonna be okay Martin. I'm here now. And I'm not going to leave you. I'm staying with you until you wake up." She didn't know if he could hear her, but it didn't matter. She had to tell him.

"I love you."

A/N: I know, I know, it's very short, sorry 'bout that. Next chapter will be longer, I promise.

Edited 08/11/09