Martin fluttered his eyes as he came out of the trauma he had previously been in.
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That's right. I didn't kill him.
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A quick scan around the room was necessary, for he hadn't a clue where he was. No memories filled his head. Too feeble to say a word, he grunted hoping someone would hear him.
There was a faint sound at the door. Weakly lifting his head, he looked to see who had entered his hospital room. After seeing a doctor his head dropped back to his pillow; it seemed to lifelessly sink deeper and deeper into the white fluff.
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Ruthie's POV
Martin. Martin. He's alive. He's alive. Martin. Martin. He's ali-
"Ruthie…" Jack screamed from outside of the bathroom door.
"Don't say you killed him! He's not dead!" I screamed at him, fearing I was the wrong one.
Martin. Martin. He's alive. He's alive. Martin. Martin. He's ali-
"Ruthie, please let me talk to you face to face," Jack sounded like he was crying.
"Why should I?" I smirked.
"Because…I'm in love with you."
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For a minute everything stood still. Ruthie was staring at the bathroom door which Jack stood stiffly behind. Jack stood straight waiting for Ruthie's response. Downstairs the rest of the Camdens were sitting still. Kevin held Savanah. It was close to morning.
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People surrounded Martin's hospital bed, happiness and joy frosting their faces.
"The boy's alive!" one doctor yelled.
"Call his family!" a nurse said.
"Hey son, can you give us a number for you family?"
Martin closed his eyes and began searching his aching head for an answer. Nothing. Again he tried to think of a familiar thought. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
"Son, can you give us a number to call?" the doctor repeated softer.
"I…I don't know," he sputtered out.
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Jack, terrified at what he had just admitted, knocked at the door gently.
"Ruthie, I'm sorry."
Staring at the door still, Ruthie stood in shock.
He loves me? I thought, I thought he…
Ruthie quickly thought of something to break the silence which hung in the air.
"Jack… can you take me to Martin?"
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Lucy's POV
I felt horrible. Sandy and I had been crying together for the past five minutes after the doctor told us the terrible news. The baby was not alive. There was a 'missed miscarriage'. The doctors noted that they would need to remove the baby from Sandy's body.
"Lucy, I don't understand. Why would God do this to me?" Sandy sobbed.
"Sandy, God has different ways to bless people. This could be a blessing in disguise," I said, although my own judgment seemed unbelievable during the moment.
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After getting permission from Ruthie's parents, Jack had gotten permission to drive Ruthie to the hospital where Martin had been confined to. Annie, Eric, and Kevin would follow Jack's car.
"Ruthie," Annie called her daughter, "I know that you are very angry at Jack. But honey, even though I don't know for sure, I don't think it was Jack's fault. Kevin was telling us that Martin had come over to his house, not knowing Sandy was watching Savanah. He and Lucy were coming home when they saw Martin standing in the doorway and Sandy inside crying. He thinks that when they stopped the car and ran up to stop the ruckus, Martin fled away from him in fright. He chased him, but only found him lying in the middle of the street, limply. Before any of us knew it, both Martin and Sandy were on their way to the hospital, Lucy going with Sandy."
"Why would Sandy need to go to the hospital?" asked Ruthie.
"I don't know, honey. Pray for them both though. I love you," Annie said as Ruthie followed Jack to his car.
During the drive to the hospital, there was a silence too awkward to break.
"Jack," Ruthie blurted, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blamed you without knowing the whole story."
"Ruthie, I feel that it is my fault, but I don't want it to be. I wish it had never happened."
"Where were you driving that late at night?"
Jack froze. He remembered. He was going to see Ruthie. All he could think about was Ruthie. The guilt sunk in.
"I-I was going to see you, but then I realized it was 10:30 and decided I would just past your house instead."
Ruthie frowned and thought back to what he had said earlier.
"Jack, I thought we agreed we weren't going to date."
"Ruthie, that was a mistake. I love you."
"Jack. Don't say that," Ruthie said looking at the flip-flops she had thrown on. She was still wearing her pink polka dot pajamas.
Jack pulled to a stop in the hospital parking lot.
"Ruthie, it's true. I just want to know one thing," he looked at her beautiful and unique eyes, "Do you love me?"