Chapter 6, not everyone gets there fairytale ending.
"Jack hurry" Martha screamed in pain.
"Yeah babe, I'm hurrying" Jack said steering his police car round the corner at full speed with his siren on loudly.
When they got to the hospital the nurses got Martha straight into a hospital bed. "Is she going to be ok?" Jack asked nervously.
"We don't know" the nurse told him "but your going to have to go and wait in the waiting room".
"No, can he please stay" Martha asked still in pain.
"I'm afraid not" the nurse told her closing the door behind Jack as he left.
"Martha have you been under any stress lately?"
"Yeah, tones" She replied still holding her stomach.
"Now I'm going to give you a needle that will get rid of the pain and I want you to tell me what you've been stressing about, ok"
"Ok" Martha did as she was told. And told the nurse about how her grandfather had been trying to get her to get an abortion.
"So is my baby going to be ok?" Martha asked.
"We don't know yet" the nurse answered. "Martha I've noticed on your medical history that you have post tromatic stress disorder, is that correct?"
"Yeah".
"Look there is a possibility that it could kill not only the baby but you as well".
"Just cause of the stress?" Martha questioned.
"I'm afraid so".
"But isn't everything ok now cause it's stopped hurting?"
"That's not the case, it's only stopped hurting because of the needle I gave you. It will ware off in a few hours, if it still hurts then well have to do something but until then we won't know whether it's serious enough to cause damage" she told Martha. "So I want you to take it easy and I'll be back soon".
Martha sat up in the hospital bed in silence for the next few minutes until Jack came in "Hey, the nurse told me everything. How are you feeling?" Jack asked.
"Worried" Martha replied with tears beginning to run down her face.
"Hey were going to be alright, your grandfather recovered while the nurse was in here with you and were going to get through this together, and live happily ever after ok" Jack comforted her.
"Just like a fairytale?"
"Yes, just like a fairytale" Jack replied "our fairytale" Jack paused for a moment to think. "Martha will you marry me?"
"Yes of course I will" Martha smiled happily, maybe she would be ok.
The next few hours went by fairly quickly, Jack was sitting next to Martha on her bed with his arm around her and she had her head rested on his shoulder. But when the pain killers wore off Martha began to feel pain in her stomach again "Ah, Jack, help".
"I'll go get the nurse" Jack suggested getting off her bed.
"No Jack it's too late" Martha told him.
"No it's not".
"Jack I love you"Martha struggled to get the words out as she struggled to breath.
"I love you too Martha and your not going anywhere" Jack told her.
Then the nurse came in, but Martha had already gone unconscious. "Mr holden, your going to have to leave the room, ok".
"She's going to be ok isn't she?"
"Well do our best" she said closing the door after a doctor came in.
"Martha, I need you to wake up for me" the doctor said fairly loudly so that he could be heard.
"I can't feel her pulse" the nurse told him.
Out side of Martha's hospital room Jack was pacing like he was about to become a father when the nurse came out.
"Is she ok?" he asked desperately.
"I'm sorry, we did our best" she said sadly before walking away down the hallway with her clipboard in her hand.
The day of Martha's funeral was one of the worst days of Jack's life, their fairytale hadn't ended happily ever after like all fairy tales did. He couldn't remember a word of what was said during the funeral, he was to far off in his own world just thinking of how happy they had been together, all the love they shared and even the bad times when he would just hold her and hope that things would get better.
When everyone had left Jack got up and went for a walk to clear his head. 'If only I had hurried faster, then maybe she wouldn't have died' Jack thought to himself. He kept walking until he came to the cliff at the beach where he and Martha had shared there first kiss and sat down at the edge letting his feet dangled in the air, his face was coved in tears that just kept rolling down his face like a waterfall that never stopped, he couldn't live like this any longer so he jumped, hitting his head hard on the sharp rocks that lay underneath the surface of the water.
Jack was never seen alive after that day, and his body wasn't found until a few months later. Some say that at midnight on the anniversary of Jacks disappearance you can still see Jacks ghost sitting on the edge of the cliff, crying for Martha and their unborn child.
Ok, now before you all scream and tell me how much you hate me for killing Martha and Jack I just want to let you all know that it was really hard to bring myself to do that. I had to stop writing and calm down at least ten times while I was writing this.