CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

"I'm going to go in by myself first, okay," Jack told Martha when they were standing out the front of Corey's hospital room.

"Okay," Martha agreed.

"I'll call you in soon," Jack said, kissing her on the cheek.

Jack opened the door to Corey's room and looked in. It was quiet; the only sounds that could be heard were Corey's shallow breathing and the beeping of the machines that he was hooked up too. Jack quietly closed the door behind him and slowly moved towards the bed. At first Jack thought that he was asleep, but then he saw Corey's eyes flick open; landing on him.

"Jack," Corey croaked. "What have I done to deserve the pleasure of your company," he smirked.

"Just shut up you stupid fool," Jack spat out.

"Aw, come on Jack. That's no way to speak to the injured," Corey laughed lightly.

"You are so lucky that you are already injured. Because if you were in one piece; I'd be smashing your face in right now," Jack said.

"It seems Jacky's in a bad mood coz I hurt his precious Martha," Corey rasped.

"Just shut your face okay? I didn't come here to play games," Jack snapped at him.

"Well, what did you come here for then?" Corey asked.

"To tell you that you lost. You've lost your freedom, and let's not forget that you've lost Martha," Jack began. "Well, you didn't really lose Martha, because you never really had her in the first place; did you? She was too busy thinking about me" he added smartly.

"I never thought that you'd be the kind of person to gloat," Corey said.

"I'm not usually. But I have Martha now; so why not?" Jack said sarcastically.

"Anything else you want to tell me?" Corey asked, clearly sounding bored.

Jack smiled. "Yeah, actually there is," he said, moving his face down close to Corey's. "I hope you rot in hell for what you've done. Because that's what prison is going to be like for you. You're getting what you deserve," Jack whispered.

Jack then stood up and turned and walked to the door. "Goodbye Corey," he called. Jack reached for the door handle, but then stopped. He turned back towards Corey and smiled. "Oh, and don't worry about Martha. I'll take real good care of her, and that's a promise," he smirked.


Martha sat on a chair facing the door to Corey's room. There was a police officer guarding his room; Just incase he tried to escape. But Martha guessed Corey wouldn't be going anywhere in too much of a hurry. According to Flynn, he wasn't completely out of the woods yet. The bullet had done a lot of damage to his insides, and there was still a chance that Corey could die.

Martha heard a noise and when she looked up, Jack was coming out of the room.

"Are you sure you want to talk to him?" Jack asked her again.

Martha nodded. "Yeah, I need too. And I need to do it alone," she told him.

"Alright. But I'll be waiting right out here if you need me," Jack assured her.

Martha gave him a small smile and slowly turned, making her way towards his room. She opened the door and peered in. She walked in quickly and closed the door. She didn't move towards the bed; just stood on the spot near the door.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cats dragged in," Corey said smartly.

"Nice hand-cuffs," Martha said sarcastically, pointing towards his hand that had been cuffed to the bed. "Although, I doubt you really need them. It's not like you can move; not after me shooting you and all," Martha smirked.

"I can't believe that you shot me," Corey said to her. "I didn't think you had it in you".

"You tried to kill me," Martha cried. "I didn't have any other choice," she continued.

Corey didn't say anything; he just looked at her. So Martha kept on talking.

"I'm just glad that you're going to prison. At least you'll never be able to hurt anybody else," she told him.

"I don't belong there," Corey said. "I haven't done anything wrong," he exclaimed. Martha couldn't believe that this moron had the nerve to lay there and say he didn't do anything wrong. She was appalled.

"You've got to be kidding me," she scoffed. "Corey, you killed your mother in cold blood, and you don't even feel any remorse for it. Of course you belong there," she finished.

Corey laughed. "My mother got what she deserved. Just like you got what you deserved," he said in a cruel voice.

Martha was angry. He was completely sick. And at that moment Martha found that she wasn't scared of him. She decided that she wasn't going to live her life in fear of him coming after her. She was strong, and would get over it.

"You know what? Right now I wish that you had died. I wish that I had killed you. I wish that I could've rid the world of a pathetic excuse for a human," she spat out. "The world would be a better place without you; that's for sure," she finished.

"Be careful what you wish for," Corey whispered to her, with a smirk on his face.

"I'm not going to stand here and waste anymore of my precious time. Especially when I could be spending that time with Jack," Martha smiled; having one last dig at him.

"Have a nice life Corey," she spoke her last words to him sarcastically. She took one last look at him; then opened the door and walked out.

She threw her arms around Jack when she reached him. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

Martha smiled at him. "I am now. Let's go home".


Martha and Jack sat on the couch curled up against each other. Tony and Lucas bustled behind them, getting dinner ready.

"So, you're going to stay again tonight?" Jack asked.

Martha nodded. "Yeah. If it's alright with you," she replied.

"Of course it is. I already told you that you can stay whenever you want," Jack told her.

"Thanks," Martha smiled.

"Oh, McGrath called this afternoon. He said I can have the next few days off. We can spend some extra time together," Jack said.

"That will be nice," Martha exclaimed.

At that moment the phone started ringing. "I'll get it," Tony called out.

Martha, Jack and Lucas watched as Tony spoke in a hushed voice and after about a minute he hung up. Jack noticed that his dad had a bit of a strange look on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Ah, that was McGrath. He's at the hospital," Tony started to say as he walked towards them.

"What's happened," Martha questioned.

Tony's answer was simple.

"Corey's dead".