Chapter 9

Martha rolled onto her side and looked at the clock that hung on the wall in her hospital room. It was almost half one in the morning and Jack had been down in theatre for almost 6 hours. Her stomach felt weak and her eyes were stinging with uncried tears. She tried to remain strong. For Jack's sake. She was determined they could get through this together. They jumped every hurdle that had been thrown their way since they were first together a year ago. The spider incident. Martha telling Tony about Jack's ear. Corey. She felt blessed that Jack had ever looked at her again, let alone wanted to be with her. She wanted to tell him just how grateful she was that he was with her.

Knock Knock. The door to Martha's room opened slightly. The nurse who had been observing Martha walked in. "You not asleep?" she asked. Martha gave a weak smile. "You don't know how Jack is do you? Jack Holden. He's in theatre." The nurse smiled. "I can't really say anything I'm afraid"

"Please? He's my boyfriend" pleaded Martha. The nurse sighed. "As far as I know, he's still in theatre, but it's all going well"

"So why is he still in theatre?" shouted Martha. The stress of the past few hours getting to her. "It's a complicated operation. And it will take time. In the mean time, you need rest. The doctor will be in tomorrow to see you with the results of your test. Try and sleep" Martha sighed. She lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. A million thoughts buried in her mind. Jack. What had he done to deserve all this. All she had wanted was a simple happy life with the man she loved. Loved? She shook her head. No Martha, you don't love him. She told herself. You can't love him. No she didn't love him. Did she?

One hour later, Martha turned onto her back and looked up. "Jack?" she cried, wiping her eyes to make her vision clearer. There he stood, besides her bed. She smiled at him. "Jack?" she cried. He looked at her. His face looked angry. "Jack, what's wrong? Why are you here? You've just had surgery" she said, looking at him. He shook his head. "It's your fault I'm here. You've done this to me!" he snapped. She reached out her hand to touch his face, yet all she could feel was the fresh air. "Thanks to you, I can never see my family again. They have to live the rest of there lives with out me"

"Jack, please..."

"No, Martha. I hate you...I hate you...I hate you..."