Chapter 23- a week later

Martha lay there, fiddling with the pale green hospital sheets that were covering her. She lifted them up and swung her legs to the side of her bed, sitting up. She sat there, staring at the wall for a moment, then stood up and started to walk out the room. But a man blocked her way.

"Oh, hi!" Martha said, forcing a smile.

"Hi. How are you?" Callum said, guiding her back to her bed, where they both sat.

"I guess I'm okay." Martha sighed.

"Jack?" Callum asked. Martha gently nodded.

"Well, I've got something to tell you, I don't think you'll like it, but I think you should know." Callum began, holding Martha's hands.

"What?" She asked, worried. Callum looked away, and then back at Martha, thinking of a gentle way to put it.

"I don't know if it'll mean anything to you, but when Jack was coming to Sydney, he met a girl called Alice and asked for her number, it sounds like he quite likes her." Callum said. "But I think he'll stop calling her for you." Callum put a smile on his face. Martha looked down, trying to take it in.

"So, Jack met someone else.." Martha mumbled.

"Yes. But he did think you were dead." Callum reasoned. "But I can't see how that makes anything better, I thought he loved you, he moved on pretty damn quick." Callum commented. A single tear rolled down Martha's cheek. "Oh, I'm sorry, me and my big mouth. I shouldn't have commented." Callum sighed, wiping the tear away from her cheek. "I think he's a jerk if that makes it any better, he doesn't deserve a wonderful woman like you." Callum said, smiling and looking into her eyes. Martha couldn't stop thinking about Jack. She was angry, but the overwhelming sadness that she was feeling now drowned out that emotion, all she wanted to do was cry. She finally clicked onto what Callum had said. He was right, Jack was a jerk, and Martha did deserve better than him. The thoughts that Callum put into her head blinded her from the mistake she was about to make. Callum leaned in for a kiss, pulling her in by her hands. Martha didn't know what to do, she felt hurt and betrayed by Jack, and Callum was sat there, a much nicer man than Jack. He'd never drug her, or make her feel the hurt she was feeling now. Before she knew it Callum and her were kissing.

Jack strolled down the corridor, flowers and kitkat chunky in hand. 'You can do this, don't leave until you get back together.' He told himself. He stopped in front of the door and took a few deeps breaths, preparing himself for what he knew was going to be one of the hardest conversations he'd experience with Martha. He slowly pushed open the door, as he tried to build up the courage, however, he hadn't opened the door far when his heart sunk. There, sat on the edge of the bed, were Martha and Callum holding hands and kissing. He backed away from the door, in shock. He put his hand to his head. 'I've really lost her now.' He thought. One side of his brain was arguing to go in and get Callum, but the other wanted to just get out of there, and that side got the vote. Jack walked briskly out of the hospital, shoving the flowers into a bin outside the electric doors.

He jumped in his car, angrily slamming the door and thumping the steering wheel, letting out his anger. The car horn let out a long note due to the impact. Jack rested his head on the steering wheel, only to be brought back up when he searched around his pocket for his mobile. He started to dial a number.

"Hey mate!" A familiar voice said.

"Dad, I'm coming home."

"Okay! Is everything alright mate?" Tony asked, detecting the unusual tone in his voice.

"Yes! Great!" Jack lied. "See you later." Jack cut off the phone, throwing it onto the seat next to him and drove out of the hospital car park.