She awoke in the infirmary, Janet Frasier hovering over her. "Where's Jack?" She managed, hoarsely.
"He's not here." Janet said, a sympathetic smile on her face. "How're you doing?"
"I'm…confused."
"That's a common reaction."
"To what?"
"Sam, you collapsed in your lab a few hours ago. We still haven't been able to reach Colonel O'Neill."
Flashes of pain recollection came over her, her abdomen was still on fire with pain.
"Sam, you…" It was obviously hard for the doctor to tell her this. "Sam, you had a miscarriage."
"No." She whispered. Regulations…she was not a civilian scientist with the SGC, she was an Air Force Officer. There was no way that this could be real! And Jack wasn't a Jaffa, and certainly not a dead one. "Janet, this isn't real." She said, weakly.
"I'm sorry, Sam, but it's very real."
She swallowed. "No…you don't understand…I'm…I can't be married to Jack. He's…He's my commanding officer."
"Sam, I understand that this is a defense mechanism, but you cannot shut Jack out of your life. This is going to be hard on him too."
"Sam!" She looked over to see who was standing at the door, but the blur that greeted her made her dizzy. In a matter of moments, she could feel someone at her side, running his hands through her hair.
"Sam, are you okay?"
She looked at him, worry etched on his face. "Yes, but…"
He nodded, allowing his fingers to trace the lines that the tears that started running down her cheeks were making. "I know, baby, I'm here."
"No, you're not." She said, her voice cracking with emotion.
"Sam, baby, it's me. Really! It's me."