Martha quietly sat on the chair next to him, as she thought of what to say. Jack still remained with his eyes closed, working out what his next move was going to be. 'Maybe I should forgive and forget. Maybe he has changed.' He thought to himself. 'If Martha can believe him, then I should be able to, even if it is just for her.' He was prevented from thinking anymore as he heard a gentle cough coming from beside him. He opened his eyes to see Martha looking up at him. He smiled at her.
"Martha I'm sorry." He apologized. "I don't want to fall out with you. I'll forget about what happened if it means that much to you." He said. Martha smiled.
"Thank you. It does." She stood up and kissed him, then returned to her chair, gazing into his eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't make it." He said, "You look beautiful." Jack complimented whilst looking down at her black dress. She blushed.
"Thanks, I'd say the same about you, but…" She trailed off giggling. "Why was it such an important date anyway?" She asked curiously. Now that she knew that he didn't stand her up, there was a possibility that he could have been planning on proposing; but to her disappointment, the next thing he said wasn't a question, it was merely an answer.
"Oh, it's been 6 months today since we got back together." He smiled. "Thought it'd be nice if we could go out for it. Guess that idea is out of the window, eh?" He laughed. Martha gave a light, realistic laugh, but she knew that there was nothing real about it whatsoever. She felt dejected and disappointed. She had been stupid after all! He wasn't going to propose to her, he probably wasn't even ready for it yet! They hadn't talked about anything like this, because it always appeared that Jack avoided the conversation. Martha thought to herself. 'Oh my God! Maybe he doesn't ever want to get married?' Nothing he had said had ever suggested that he wanted to marry, in fact, probably the opposite now she thought about it. She had given major hints, but he'd always been blind to them, and he'd carry on with what he was doing or saying. Martha sat quietly in disappointment.
"Oh." She said, forcing another smile.
"Is everything okay?" Jack asked, reaching out for her hand. Martha stood up.
"Yes. Everything is fine." She nodded. "Just going to the ladies." She smiled, walking out the door. Jack watched her as she elegantly floated towards the corridor. He wanted so badly to ask her the question now, but he also wanted it to be special, as he had received hints from both Martha and Tash, indicating that Martha wanted to get married as much as he did. Jack had planned the night so well; he really wanted to make it a night that she'd never forget. He knew that if he had just asked her, she still wouldn't forget it, but she'd remember all the bad events that happened too, and he didn't want that to cloud their night of happiness. He agreed with himself to wait a week or two, until this whole Callum thing had faded away, and he'd got out of hospital. Then, he would organise another special date; where he would propose with elegance, charm and sophistication, like it should be.
Martha walked down the corridor, in a trance. She was overwhelmed by her disappointment, and angry with herself for thinking that tonight was the night. She couldn't be mad at anyone else but herself; she was the one to blame. Tasha had tried to warn her, and Jack had done nothing to suggest that he was going to propose. She'd set herself up for this fall.
She was in such a deep trance that she'd hardly noticed walking past Tony and Lucas, who were calling her back, the only thing that awoke her was the person who she walked into.
"Sorry." She said, trying to focus her eyes onto their face.
"It's okay." Callum smiled, but this smile fell when he saw Martha's expression. "What's the matter Martha?" He asked concerned. Martha looked down at her hands.
"Nothing. It's fine." She mumbled.
"Is it to do with Jack?" He asked, putting his hand on her arm. She looked up at him, clearly showing that he'd guessed right.
"It doesn't matter." She said, wriggling away and going into the toilets. Callum sighed, and then carried on with caring for his patients.