Stay With You

Chapter 11

A/N: Ah yeah it lives! I have finally caught the inspiration I needed to get back with this. I hope I don't disappoint!

"Knock , knock," Tim said as he pushed the door open. Sam sat up in her bed, a smile lighting up her face as she saw him move into the room. Her heart burst at the seams just seeing him, and she felt as if she was going to burn alive if he she didn't touch him. She had been so close to losing him, but by some divine intervention, that threat was long gone. Now she had to contend with her health. But even that couldn't quell the happiness that she felt as she stared at him.

He moved to her , seeing the discomfort that was written all over her face, and it concerned him. He instantly knew that this was something far more worse than anxiety that had enveloped her and he had the question in his mind as he sat down next to her, placing the bag of food on the table beside her.

" Hey, beautiful," he said as he reached for her hand. The touch reignited his passion for her as he continued to look into the brown pools of her soul.

" Hey yourself. Smells good."

"Yeah, I stopped at a restaurant before coming here. There's enough in here to feed Delko, which means there's way too much for me. You want some?"

" No thanks. I'm not really hungry, but you eat. I want to hear about your problems at the lab," Sam said as she took in a deep breath.

Tim watched her hesitantly then noticed the pads on her chest, " Are you sure that you are okay?"

Sam debated on whether to tell him or wait for the doctor , resigning herself to bite the bullet and explain what was going on. She took in another deep breath and glanced at the tv then back to him.

" Tim, I have what has been explained to me as a rare heart disease, Wolfe Parkinsons White disease. It's hereditary, it's fatal, but if I live right and know my limits, I've been assured that I can live well into my sixties, maybe even longer."

" Wolfe Parkinsons White? I've never heard of it. How?..." Tim asked as he struggled to take it all in. He could only focus on what she had said about it being fatal.

" It's something in my family line, although I never remembered anyone in my family having it, but then again, I don't know much about my family," Sam said as she tried to make light of the situation. Tim 's expression told her that this was too serious of a moment to make jokes, and she suppressed the smile that was forming on her lips. " Tim, I can beat this. It takes common sense, something that I have a bevy of, love ,and support."

Tim nodded and grasped her hand ,squeezing it, feeling a hint of sadness , " You have my love and my support, Sam. I will be right here."

" That's all I need, Tim. So, tell me about your day. The note you left said that your parents were already bugging you. What's that all about?"

" They called this morning. Mom's stressing out about Kieran not wanting to be here, dad's trying to restrain her. They said they'll be here on Thursday."

"Um Thursday... Have you had a chance to call your cousins? I need to call Vivian, she's supposed to be coming down on Friday. I want to make sure that Jack doesn't keep her tied up," Sam said rapidly. She had begun to lose her breath more as she talked, and Tim felt the growing concern rise in him.

" Hey, whoa, wait a minute. Take a breather, Sam. Everything's taken care of, I told you that when you came back from New York. All you have to do is show up on Saturday."

" I know, I just want everything to be perfect, Tim. This is the day of my dreams," she replied as she gazed into his deep brown eyes .

" And it will be. Don't sweat the small stuff."

"Alright, alright, don't sweat the small stuff, gotcha," she smirked as the door opened. The doctor walked in , and Tim turned his attention to him expectantly.

" I'm sorry if I interrupted you..."

" Oh , no doc, we were just talking about the wedding. I don't believe you have met my fiancé'," Sam said as she let another smile cross her face. " This is Tim Speedle. Tim, this is Doctor John Fitzgerald."

Tim smirked to himself, the irony not being lost on him that a man named Fitzgerald was taking care of Sam. He stood up to shake the man's hand then returned back to his seat, grasping Sam's hand again. Dr. Fitzgerald flipped open her chart and glanced down at it, then back to them. To him, they seemed to be the perfect couple. He could see the love and devotion that he had for her, knowing that with just one glance, he would die for her if he had to.

" Mr. Speedle, I'm not sure if she told you or not, but Sam has a very rare heart disease, so rare that many people don't know that it exists."

Tim nodded his head and glanced down at the floor, " She told me that it was hereditary. Is it something from her immediate family?"

" Most more than likely, her grandmother had it and it skipped her mother. Illnesses tend to skip a generation."

" Then the baby is lucky," Sam quipped. Again, she could sense that her humor was out of place at the moment, and she nervously played with the sheets as Tim remained focused on the doctor.

" Is there any medication, doctor?" he asked , feeling the odd sensation of his throat closing. His Sam was sick and there was nothing that he could do for her.

" Yes there is, but many of them stipulate that it is harmful to the development of the baby. But , I have dug deeper and found one that is safe for both the baby and Sam. Because of it's rarity, the medication, I'm sorry to say , is quite expensive."

" No matter the cost, doctor. If it can help Sam, I want it," Tim replied as he finally turned to look at her. She was tired, he could tell, and it was a stark difference in the Sam that he was used to.

" Okay with that being said, I'll write the prescription when she is discharged."

"Which will be ?..." Sam asked as she positioned herself better in the bed.

" Well everything looks good to me, I don't see why you can't go home this afternoon. We need to make a follow up appointment though. It's important to be able to track this."

" Great! This afternoon, thanks doc," she exclaimed as she let the smile return. If there was nothing more she hated, it was being laid up in a bed.

" Sure, I do want to tell you quickly about the medication. It's more of a progressive , med. Instead of taking it to prevent, it's taken to ward. Much like an asthma pump for lack of a better example. If you start to feel pressure in your chest, or shortness of breath, that would be the time to take it."

" Much like Nitroglycerin?" Tim asked.

" Yes, exactly. Seems like you know about Nitro."

" He's a trace analyst for the Miami -Dade Crime lab," Sam returned proudly as Tim felt his color rise. He was never much for receiving accolades.

" Well, you could tell me more about the chemical compound of this medicine than I could tell you about it," Dr. Fitzgerald stated as he smiled warmly at them. " I will give you six refills, Sam , just to start you off. Remember, to take it easy, okay?"

" Alright , doc. I'll take it easy."

" Good, the nurse will bring the discharge papers in this afternoon along with your prescription."

"Thank you, Doctor," Tim said standing to shake his hand again. After he left, Tim turned to Sam with a serious look in his eye, " Now you heard what he said, Sam, take it easy."

" I will, believe me, I don't want to go through this again," she said as she touched his cheek, " I have too much to live for."

" I agree," Tim said as he leaned in to kiss her. She savored the feeling of his lips on hers, warmness spreading inside of her. Pulling away, her eyes glinted in the light, revealing the tears that were fast approaching. She never knew why his touch had that effect on her.

Sitting back, she spoke carefully, " Tim, I have decided something."

" That we can elope?" he asked as he sat back in his chair, relaxing a bit.

" No, crazy. I've decided on letting you invite Calleigh to the wedding."

Tim did a double take, searching her eyes for any hint of insanity, " Wha- What?"

" I'm saying that Calleigh can come to the wedding. I've been real childish about this whole thing , and I feel like this is the best way to start. I have to accept that Calleigh is a great friend of yours , and the mother of your child, and I think that it would be a great way to start over."

"Are you sure about that?"

" Totally. It's a happy day for both of us. I want you to be able to share it with those you love, including Calleigh."

Tim let a small smile appear and nodded his head. This is what he was waiting for ; Sam's acceptance of him entirely.

"Alright, if you say so, I'll ask her when I go back to the lab," he said as he looked at his watch, " which I need to be doing right now."

" Great! So, I expect an answer when you come back to pick me up," she returned as she glanced at the untouched food.

" You'll have one. I gotta go."

Sam lifted her head slightly to receive the kiss and closed her eyes, only to open them again to match them to his, melting. He caressed her cheek and smiled, then turning to walkout the door, " I'll see you this afternoon. I love you."

" I love you... Hey wait! You didn't eat."

" You can have it, babe. I'll be fine."

Sam nodded as he threw a killer smile back at her and walked out the door.

So will I, she thought.

Tbc...

A/N: It felt great to get back to this... expect more... R&R please.