Chapter 22
"Why did you do it?" Martha asked, trying to stay calm.
"I had to do it, I didn't want to! I'd always squirted out most of the drug from the syringe, just leaving the tiniest droplet to make it look like I was injecting you with the stuff, but last night Trevor came in and watched me inject it as you slept, I had no choice but to give you a bigger dose." Jack explained. "I'm really sorry, but if I didn't do it then I wouldn't have earned his trust and the whole investigation would have gone down the drain." Martha's eyes widened as she tried to understand what he was saying.
"So the investigation is more important than me then? You'd rather pump drugs in me than ruin a stupid investigation?" She shouted.
"No, no it wasn't like that Mac-"
"It was exactly like that. I know how much you love your job, I just thought you'd love me more!"
"I do! Martha I had to do it."
"No you didn't! I died today, twice because of you! My heart stopped beating Jack! Because you didn't want to fail in an investigation, you wanted to be a great cop." Martha was getting worked up. "What if Callum hadn't resuscitated me, what if I wasn't alive right now? That could have so easily happened, because of your selfishness!" Jack just sat there in silence, he didn't know what to say. He knew that if he reasoned she'd only get more worked up and angry, she didn't need the stress so he felt that being quiet was the best way. "You weren't even going to tell me were you? You were going to carry on like nothing had happened? You actually thought that we'd be able to continue!" She raved.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked, shocked.
"Jack, you nearly killed me, you put my life on the line for your work, do you really think that we can continue?" Martha pointed out.
"I had to do it Martha! I never would have done it if I thought it'd harm you!" Jack protested.
"Jack! They're drugs, how can they not harm me? Listen. You killed me twice today! I can't just forgive you for that. You put drugs in my blood, and I've suffered pain because of it. Where the hell do you suppose we go from here?" Martha shouted.
"But I love-" Jack began, reaching out for her hand. She snatched it away.
"Get out." She said. Jack sat watching in disbelief, this couldn't be over, he didn't want it to be. "GET OUT JACK!" She screamed. Jack slowly stood up, Martha wouldn't even look at him. "I never want to see you again!" She shouted as he started to walk towards the door. He took one last look, and walked out, full of anger, hurt and sadness. Jack stormed down the hall, his thoughts taking over his mind. 'What have I done?' He loved Martha so much, and now she hated him. He hadn't really seen it before, but he now understood why she'd be so angry, it did look like he chose the investigation over her. Christie and Peter ran up to catch him.
"What's up?" Christie panted, out of breath after her long jog down the corridor. "Martha will understand, just give her some time." Christie began, still trying to keep at the same speed as Jack. He stopped suddenly.
"No, she hates me."
"I'm sure she doesn't" Christie said, putting her arm around him.
"No, she does. She nearly died today because of me! In fact, she did! Even if she did forgive me, I'm not sure I could forgive myself. I was a fool to drug her, I wish I'd fought more against Trevor's orders." Jack explained. "You should have seen the way she looked at me, the way she talked to me in there. She doesn't want to see me again." Jack mumbled. Christie sat down next to him.
"Well, you still have that stewardess' number don't you?" Peter joked, Jack and Christie both gave him a sharp look. "Just kidding.. sheesh!" Peter sighed.
"What stewardess?" Christie asked Jack.
"On the plane here, Jack got a stewardess' number. Alice wasn't it? She was nice.." Peter answered, smiling and putting his hands in his pockets, earning an evil glare from Jack. "What? She was!"
"But what about Martha?" Christie asked.
"He thought she was dead." Peter answered.
"And that makes it better?" Christie said, standing up.
"No! I never rang her back, and it's not like I gave her my number, it was the other way around." Jack tried to explain. "I love Martha so much and can't even imagine going out with someone else, that's why I haven't called her back." Christie smiled.
"Good." She said, "Well, I best go and see how she is. Are you coming?" She asked Jack.
"No, she doesn't want to see me Christie, it's over between us." Jack sighed, getting up and walking out of the hospital, Peter following close behind. Christie looked on. She couldn't believe how stupid they were being! She knew how much Martha loved Jack, and vice versa. She turned around to head for Martha's room when a familiar face was right behind her. She let out a gasp.
"Oh my god you scared me!" She said, collecting her normal breathing pattern. "What the hell are you doing so close behind me anyway?" Christie asked.
"Jack's got another girls number?" Callum asked, ignoring her question.
"Yes, but it's not like he's called her. Why?" Christie said, suspicious.
"No reason." Callum mumbled. "Just going to get a coffee, want one?" He offered.
"Nah. I've had like 10!" She laughed, and walked down the empty corridor and into Martha's room, leaving Callum standing there with a slight smile on his face.
"Hey!" Christie walked over to Ryan and kissed him on the cheek.
"Awww!" Martha teased.
"Martha, I've just seen Jack in the corridor and-" Christie began.
"Please, don't. It's over between us, he's a selfish idiot who only cares about his job, I don't want to speak about it Christie." Martha warned. Christie reluctantly agreed and sprung up another conversation.
