Chapter 13

He slowly tiptoed in the room. He'd already checked that everyone was asleep before coming in, by watching the monitor, but he didn't want to wake anyone up. He cautiously crept over to the side of Martha's mattress, and bent down next to it. He looked at Callum's smug face. Jack didn't like him one bit, mainly because of him hitting on Martha. He looked down to his shoulder, and then followed his arm to get to his hand, which was reached out on top of Martha's! Jack cursed as he gently peeled Callum's hand off hers, and placed it back to Callum's side. For the short moment Jack had hold of Callum's wrist, he had used all his strength not to give him a Chinese burn.

He looked at Martha, sleeping peacefully. He sat down next to her, admiring her beauty and thanking god that she was still alive. He soon snapped out of his daydream when he looked at the syringe he had in his hand. He had to do it; he had no option. Trevor was probably watching him right now, and if he didn't do it, Trevor would get very suspicious and Jack had no idea what he'd do. The only thing he knew was that the operation would go down the drain, and then he wouldn't be able to free the four prisoners, including Martha. He gently moved the covers down, revealing her arms. They looked different from the last time he saw them, there were no bruises. He swallowed hard and added pressure to the syringe, piercing her delicate skin. He sighed as he gently removed the needle from her arm and raised the covers back up. He didn't like to leave her, especially with Callum, but he knew he had to, to get her back. He stood up, and started to quietly walk away.

"Jack!" Martha whispered. Jack sharply turned around. 'Damn.' He thought, but he was also quite pleased that Martha now knew it was he, and that he was alive. He looked at her, expecting her to be sat up and looking at him, but she was still laid down. The room was now silent again. 'Weird' he thought, and started to turn back around towards the door, when her breathing started to become loud and heavy, and she started to fidget. Jack watched on as Martha's sleeping body was clearly distressed and upset, tears ran down her face and she tossed and turned to either side. Jack forgot about the cameras and ran to Martha's side. 'It isn't the drugs is it?' he begged. She began to speak.

"Jack! No! You dare! Please, Jack just stay awake and it'll all be fine! I love you!" Jack sighed in relief; she was having a nightmare. Not that it was a good thing, he'd experienced many nightmares recently, starring Martha, and knew how petrifying they can be. He knelt back by her side, holding her hand. Martha began to stir.

"Jack?" She said, wiping the tears away from her face.

"Shh." He said, stroking her hair. And with that, she fell to sleep. Maybe it was the shock of seeing him alive, or maybe it was the drug, he wasn't sure, but it was very convenient for him as he could now exit the room.