Hey everyone! This chapter took me ALL DAY to write, I swear to god! Just ask my numb butt...I wrote this Chapter a little differently, I hope you guys like it! Please review and tell what you think! Oh and when you come upon the Song lyrics, I INSIST that you read them and not skip them, trust me, they are relevent and have meaning.
Chapter Three - He's waiting for Her
The hospital is noiseless. The cold hallways go on forever, but there is not a soul around to walk the grounds. It is night time in the ICU, and patients are expected to sleep. Visitors are no longer welcomed.
In one of those hallways, there is an exception. Sitting on the hard metal chairs, agents Jack Malone, Vivian Johnson, and Martin Fitzgerald wait.
The air is thick with apprehension, and all three are as still as statues, their thoughts making out a hundred and one different 'What Ifs'.
Danny starts to stir when he feels a pressing weight sit at the foot of his bed. He struggles to lift his eyes, and manages to, if slowly.
His heart starts to pound when he sees who the weight is.
Samantha is dressed all in white. Her long blonde hair is resting freely over her shoulders, and the light is continually catching her strands, making it shine brilliantly. Shadows seem to sit around her.
Danny tries to sit up, but the weight of his unconsciousness lays a heavy blanket over him, declining him any movement he so desires.
Sam raises her eyes from the window she was looking out of, and turns her torso to face him.
She smiles at him. "Hi Danny." She says, giving his ankle a little squeeze.
Danny can barely believe his eyes. Was he dreaming? He must be. There's not a scratch or cut on Samantha. Her arm is no longer broken, her skin is not bruised, but glowing.
"Sam? How...how can..can, I saw you! Your arm! Why aren't...I don't understand?" He said to her, his voice sounding different from what he remembered, like it was coming from far away, not entirely real, but there.
She turned her gaze from him and looked out the window once again. Her brown eyes were clear and bright. They sat in silence until she broke it, "I don't hurt here."
Danny was confused. "I don't understand. Sam what are you talking about? Why...why aren't you...?" He took a gulp of air, his lungs refusing to co-operate. He was hyperventilating.
Doctor William Blauer stood over Samantha's bed, his hands holding her chart while he scanned his eyes down the information. His stunning blue eyes took in every last detail of his patient.
A doctor for many years, Blauer was focused and determined, smart and tough when the situation called for it. But it was the man in him, his gentle human nature, his easy personality, that most people respected him for. He was relentless and a truly beautiful person. He cared for his patients with a passion.
He nodded to the nurse by his side and handed the chart to her. His lips were a grim line on his face. With one last glance at Samantha, he turned on his heels and made his way towards the closed door.
Martin could hardly believe what was happening. Samantha and Danny. Occupying two rooms in an ICU ward. He couldn't wrap his mind around it. He had seen them only hours ago, walking, talking, working. It made no sense. They didn't deserve this. What if they...they die? He couldn't lose Sam, nor could he lose Danny. He needed to tell her how he felt.
Danny woke up in a cold sweat. He was still struggling to catch his breath and he was starting to panic. Someone placed an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose and he inhaled greedily. He felt his body sink down into his bed.
"Deep breaths Mr. Taylor." The plump nurse says to him, while checking his vitals and writing them down on his chart.
Danny took those deep breaths. He looked over at the nurse. Her name tag said she was Nurse Selma Ramsey. About forty-five, Danny guessed. Round, friendly face. Brown hair, slightly greying, and soft compassionate green eyes.
"There, there. Is that helping honey?" she asked him, holding her hand to his forehead.
He nodded his head yes. His eyes were continually moving around the room. Where was he? Why was he here? Why couldn't he remember anything. Alarm bells were ringing loudly in his head.
He lifted his arm and found it impossibly heavy. His muscles were aching, he felt weak.
Nurse Ramsey saw his feeble attempt to lift his arm and said, "What is it, sweetie?
Danny tried to talk, but only made unintelligible sounds. The nurse understood what he wanted and gently pushed his oxygen mask down.
"Take it slow there, okay." She said to him.
Danny took a few minutes before, "Hap..ha..."
"Easy now, easy." Selma said, seeing how difficult this was for him.
He tried again. "Ha..hap.."
He was getting frustrated with himself. Why couldn't he talk like he wanted to?
With all his will power he made his third attempt, "Who...hap..hap..hend?"
His eyes pleaded with hers. "What happened? Is that what your trying to say, honey?"
He moved his head up and down softly. The nurse pursed her lips. She didn't like this part. Usually it was the Doc that told his patients. Looking down at Danny, she could see that he needed to know. Now.
"You were in an...accident. A car accident." She said to him, breaking the news as gently as possible.
His eyes widened when the memories of that day washed over him like a huge wave. The green...Range Rover? Yes it was a range rover, then...spinning. The roads, wet and slippery. A man with a baseball cap. Samantha being str-SAMANTHA!
He frantically tried to sit up, but the nurse was adamant he stay still, and kept her hands on his shoulders to stop him.
"Calm down, Mr. Taylor, please." She pushed a button above his bed, and another nurse rushed in.
"Sedative." Selma said to her. The new nurse nodded and hurried around the room.
Selma was having a lot of trouble trying to restrain Danny. He was rambling a name she couldn't quite work out. Sal? Sally?
The nurse held down his arm and injected the sedative. Instantly Danny became calm. His body went limp and his eyes grew heavy.
Nurse Selma released her grip on him and stood up straight. Before he drifted off, he said one last word, Sam. That time she caught what he had been saying.
Out in the hallway, Martin is pacing. His hands cant stop fidgeting. He needs to move. From his seat, Jack watches. Vivian is sitting beside him, staring at her hands in her lap. Her eyes seem glazed over.
Dr. Bauer moved swiftly down the hall. He knew they were waiting.
Martin stopped his pacing when he saw the doctor walking towards them. Both Jack and Vivian stood. They seemed to migrate together so they were shoulder to shoulder. Each offering the other support and comfort that they needed.
The doctor was like a menacing figure. They could hear his foot steps echoing off the walls, and his face was hidden in half shadows. He was tall and slim, his arms swinging along his sides. He strode with purpose and preciseness.
She was at the foot of his bed again. She looked calm and at peace. Her face held no lines of fear or concern. Her gaze at the window, she said softly, "I'll miss you."
Danny didn't dare take his eyes from her. "What? Your not going anywhere, are you?" He asked her, swallowing the lump in his throat.
She didn't answer him, just kept staring out into the black sky. The stars were sparkling vivaciously with spirit.
"Sam?" he asked, his voice cracking, worried etched on his face.
She got off the bed and seemed to glide towards him. She smiled when she looked down at his face. "I'll always be there for you, when you need me."
She was at his side now. She picked up his hand in hers and sat on his bedside, their hands entwined in her lap.
Danny was beyond confused, and more than a little scared at what she was saying.
He swallowed hard, and choked on the words, "You're saying goodbye, aren't you?"
Samantha turned her head towards the window. Her face held no sign of regret. In a whisper she said, "Goodbyes aren't forever."
She had tears in her eyes now. Danny felt his own eyes start to water.
"How are they?" Jack demanded as soon as the doctor was close enough.
Martin slipped his hands in his pockets to hide his shaking. His stomach was tying knots, and he felt like being sick.
The doctor looked at them sympathetically. "I'm Dr. Blauer, I'm treating both agents. I understand your-
"JUST...how are they?" Martin surprised himself by interrupting the doctor. He didn't mean to be rude, he just really, really needed to know.
If the doctor was insulted or offended he didn't show it. He nodded, "The accident was severe on both of them,..."
"Don't..dont go, Sam." He said, tears silently streaming from the corners of his eyes.
"I wont be far." She said to him reassuringly.
"No, you will. I wont let you go! No, please, don't. Don't you remember our promise? Don't you? You said you'll never leave, we'll have each other always! Friends!" He pleaded with her.
She gripped his hand harder, "And we are."
I'm there at your side,
I'm part of all the things you are
He felt like he was falling. "This isn't real, I'm dreaming." He said, trying to convince himself and the Sam in his dream.
In the words of a broken heart
It's just emotion taking me over
Caught up in sorrow
A tear fell down her face and dropped onto their hands. She looked at him with sadness in her eyes, "Do you see now?"
He refused to accept the impossible, "NO. I don't see. I wont. You wont go. You wont leave me. Never!"
She sighed and leaned her head over to him. With her free hand she placed her palm against his check and pressed her lips to his other cheek, near his ear.
They stayed like that for awhile, she saying her silent goodbye, he, taking solace in the close proximity of her. Danny felt her lips move against his skin when she whispered, "I love you."
He couldn't say anything, only shake his head.
"Look." She said to him, taking his chin in her hand and gently turning it to look at the other side of his bed.
He gasped in surprise. Standing by the window was a little boy.
He quickly turned his head to look at Samantha. To see if she was seeing this too. She wasn't there. Just empty air. He was shocked. He turned his head once again to the window side of his bed. He blinked in surprise.
Samantha was standing there, hand in hand with the little boy.
The little boy was beyond anything he had ever seen. He was dressed in a beautiful white robe that held to his small body in pure tranquillity. He had thick white blonde hair. He had ringlets, too, that framed his face beautifully. His skin was so fair, it was almost translucent. Glowing.
He had small, perfectly shaped pink lips that held a peaceful smile.
"What? Who...who are you? Sam? Whats..going on?" Danny asked, scared and bewildered.
The child angel looked at him and turned to smile admiringly at Samantha.
"He is waiting." He said to her kindly, patiently. His voice awed Danny. It was nothing he had ever heard before. It was young and innocent, and there was a certain harmonious melody to it to.
Samantha nodded and looked out the window. She then turned her gaze away and looked at Danny. His arms lay limply by his sides.
She frowned. "I have to go now."
"No! Wait! Take me with you, please don't leave me alone." Danny said, begging her.
She stayed silent while the little boy spoke, "He wants you. He is not selfish."
"What I don't understand? Who is He?" Danny asked quickly, buying time, sensing their departure close.
The little boy smiled softly. His big grey eyes held wisdom no mortal could possess. "You will not fear the end."
Samantha's face held understanding. The spoken words did not baffle her.
Danny was beyond frustrated, "For gods sake! Stop talking in riddles!"
"It's okay, Danny." Samantha said.
"Why do you have to go?" Danny asked, seeking understanding.
She shrugged and looked down at the little boy.
"She is ready." He said calmly.
Danny glared at him. "She's not ready. How would you know? She's still young!"
Tears falling freely now.
Samantha and the angel child glanced out the window at the same time, like they heard some kind of calling that Danny couldn't.
Do you hear the Angels calling? They call for you and I, they're waiting for us.
Danny watched them. The lights must have dimmed, because the room was bathed in shadows. The only light source seemed to come from the moonlight beyond the glass. The glow surrounded only the lone figures standing near the window.
He wanted to scream, get up and hold Samantha as tight as he could. Never letting go.
His chest felt constricted. Samantha looked beautiful. He thought about never seeing her, never talking to her. Never seeing her smile, or hear her laugh. Never see her angry or confused or hug her close ever again.
"Will I see you again?" Danny asked, crying hard, his lips trembling.
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Samantha nodded, and smiled her cute crooked smile, "I'll wait for ever."
Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven
He blinked. They were gone.
Come home to me, darling
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
"And Samantha?" Martin asked the doctor, who had just finished telling them about Danny.
The doctor glanced at the floor.
"Well?" Jack pressed.
Before he could even open his mouth, they heard a voice yelling down the hallway. Their heads snapped towards the intrusion.
Above Samantha's door hung an alarm light. It was flashing in a dangerous red.
A nurse was waving down the doctor. He glanced at them and took off down the hall.
Panic was rising in Martin, Jack and Vivian's chests.
"What happened?" Dr. Blauer asked as soon as he stepped into the crowded room.
A nurse, "She's flatlining!"
"Quick, bag her."
He started barking out orders.
"Vitals are dropping." A nurse said, looking at her monitor.
"Paddles, quickly!"
"Where are we?" Samantha asked the child.
He smiled at her. "He is waiting."
They're walking, but she doesn't know where. She feels light and floaty.
"Will I remember?" She asked him. Their hands were still clasped tightly together, a safety line.
"You will." He answered her.
"Will I-" she started.
"You will not be lonely. You will like it. Everyone likes it. He is waiting."
"Oh" she breathed.
They were still walking. It wasn't dark, nor was it light. There was no sky or clouds, no dirt or grass.
Samantha stopped walking when she heard a baby cry. It tugged at her heart. The child watched her as she turned around.
For some reason she didn't know, she felt no surprise when she saw herself. She was holding a crying infant in her arms, gently rocking.
The boy watched them. He looked at the Samantha by his side.
Samantha continued to hold her gaze on herself and the baby. She watched as she softly sang a lullaby, while stroking the child's cheek daintily with her thumb. The infant fell silent and looked up at Samantha. Its eyes were full of love. Samantha smiled down at her child. "Sleep, my baby. My beautiful baby." She whispered, planting a soft light kiss on the tip of its nose.
Samantha looked down at her stomach. "What will happen?"
"That will." He said, pointing to the Samantha holding the baby.
"I don't understand," She said, scrunching her brows together, "Aren't I...?"
"Not yet."
"I don't under-
"He wants you. But He is not selfish" He said sadly, looking at her with loss, "If it is in your heart..."
The hallway feels even colder now. Martin is hunched over his knees, his head on his lap. He's shaking. Viv is making circular motions on his back to sooth him. Jack has his forehead resting against the hard wall. There are tears down their faces. Again, they wait.
Four doors from Samantha's room, Danny is opening his eyes. He's still crying.
"Sheryl." Nurse Selma says, motioning to the other nurse.
"The dosage was enough." She says, seeing the look given by Selma.
They both look at Danny worried.
Its Nurse Selma that tries to console him, "Shhhhh honey, its okay." She says softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Danny doesn't know why he woke up crying.
TBC