Chapter 18
"Martha" a voice called. Martha's eyes quickly snapped open and she looked up to see a doctor stood over her. "What?" she asked. Her eyes were blurry. The doctor smiled. "No everything's ok. I'm just letting you know Jack's awake. He's asking for you". She quickly jumped up and looked around. "Where am I?" she asked. He smiled. "You're in the guest's room. It's where people who want to stay all night with the patients sleep"
"All night? Have I been here all night?" she asked. The doctor smiled. "Yes. You said you didn't want to leave Jack" he said. Martha stood up and ran her fingers through her hair. "Right...yes...Jack. How is he?" she asked. "Well you'll be pleased to know he's fully awake now. He's asking for you" Martha smiled, nervously and followed the doctor to Jack's room. "Oh jack!" she called, rushing to his side and bending down to kiss him. He smiled at her. "Hey you" He was still slightly groggy but he seemed to be making progress. She sat on a chair next to his bed and gripped his hand. "You gave me a fright" she sobbed. He smiled, weakly at her. "Sorry" he whispered. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Don't worry. Let's just get you better and back home" she said. Jack smiled back at her. He tapped the bed. "Come and sit up here" he said. "I can't see you properly". Martha smiled and did as she was told, placing herself next to Jack. He smiled at her weakly. "Dad?" asked Jack. Martha smiled. "I'll call him, if you'd like. Get him to come down" Jack shook his head. "NO. Just you and me. The way it should be" he said. Martha smiled. She wanted to agree with him, but knowing she had confessed to him that she was married whilst he was unconscious didn't make her feel any better. She just wanted Jack back home safe so she could tell him the rest of the story; explain why she hadn't told him the truth earlier. She'd wanted so badly to do so but something always seemed to get in her way. But she promised herself that once Jack had got the all clear and was able to go home, she would sit him down and tell him. Tell him everything. She knew she'd made progress, telling him she was married. But she had so much more she needed to tell him. And she would. Just as soon as they were back home...
