Four days later Jack's depression worsened…..
He refused to eat and Janet was forced to give him an iv to feed him.
He even refused to talk to anyone.
Sam was sitting in her hotel room after waking up alone again. This was the third time this week that Pete left her alone on their honeymoon. He left a note saying 'be back for dinner' and that she could 'enjoy herself all day…blah blah blah.'
She reread the letter.
Getting up, she went down to reception to ask where the nearest internet café was – as she had left her laptop at home thinking she'd be spending the whole week with her husband.
Once she was seated at the computer she logged on and saw that she had received an email from General Hammond that morning;
Dear Sam,
As much as I hope you are enjoying your honeymoon, I hope you receive this before you return home. Myself, Jacob and Janet have all been trying to call you for the past three days. When you receive this email I would appreciate if you phoned me immediately, I will be at the academy hospital.
Yours truly,
G. Hammond
One thing repeated over and over in her mind; 'I will be at the academy hospital.'
She quickly returned to her hotel room and took out her cell phone; it was true, there were missed calls from all three of them. 'Well dad is ok, so how's he been calling?'
She phoned the academy hospital requesting to speak to General Carter, Hammond or Dr Frasier.
"One moment Major, I'll transfer you to the Colonel's room," the lady on the other end said.
'Colonel?' Sam repeated in her head.
"Hello?" A male voice answered.
"Dad?" Sam asked.
"Sammy, we've been trying to call you for days." Jacob said worriedly.
"Yeah I know, I got the General's email this morning, what's going on dad?" She asked.
"Sam, I'm sorry to tell you this over the phone but Jack's in the hospital." Jake answered. Sam took a few minutes to reply.
"I'll be home in a few hours" was all she said before hanging up.
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Sam had called the airport and booked a flight home that evening. Lost in thought and pacing, she didn't hear the door open and her husband walk in until he spoke;
"Sam what are you doing?" He questioned.
She turned to face him; "I have to go home" was all she said before going back to packing her bag.
"Why? What's going on?" When she didn't answer he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. "You are my wife; now tell me what the hell is going on!" He snarled.
"A number of things that have nothing to do with you, and some that do." She snapped back, pulling her arm free of his grip. "I'm going home, whether you like it or not."
He raised his hand and before Sam knew what had happened, he hit her across the face, she was stung for a moment before she regained her balance.
"You are not going any where, you are my wife and you will do as I say." He attempted to hit her again but this time she was expecting him to, she hit him first and he fell to the floor.
"I won't be your wife for much longer after this," was all she said before leaving their honeymoon suit and going to the airport, to Jack.