Disclaimer: Sam, Jo and Stuart aren't mine.
Sorry, a short chapter this one.
Chapter 39:
Sam crept into the hospital ward, trying not to draw any unwanted attention to herself, knowing she would back in custody before she knew it if she was seen visiting Stuart.
She walked up to the buzzer, about to press it when a cleaner walked out, oblivious to her presence with an I-pod blaring out in his ears. Taking this as her best opportunity to get into the ward undetected, she slipped through the door just before it closed.
The blonde hesitantly approached the man's bed, shocked to see the amount of wires and tubes surrounding him, still in intensive care, unable to comprehend that it was her who had caused him to be in that state, still in a coma, everyone unsure as to whether he would survive.
Sam stared down at his lifeless body, the only sign of life being the heart monitor beside him, beeping regularly. She felt her blood run hot, anger, rage and pain all running through her. Anger at the thought of him taking her, hurting her. Rage at the fact he had point blank refused it, even convincing her to apologise to him. Pain at the misery he had caused Jo, the torment he had put her through, keeping her locked up, raping her. And then she felt sorry for him. Not at the fact that he was lying on a hospital bed, wired up and possibly dying. Sorry for the fact that he had to take a woman, and force them into sex, the fact that he couldn't find anyone to care for him. Pity for the fact that he was such an insignificant man who had no reason for existence. And then, came the desired feeling: nothing. She felt nothing for him, no hate, no pity, nothing. He was no one important. He couldn't hurt her any more. He had nothing, and she felt nothing for him.
She stepped away form the bed, having reached her aim of the visit. She felt nothing for him. Exactly what Jo wanted. She walked out of the intensive care unit, surprised to see Jo waiting for her outside the ward.
"Sam, hey. How'd it go?"
"Okay. No, good. You were right, it's possible to feel nothing for him."
"Really? You don't feel anything for him?"
Sam shook her head, her mind spinning at the thought.
"So, the baby?"
"You want it, then have it. I'll be here for you, I promise. I won't leave you, I'll be right here with you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I promise." She whispered, now merely inches away from the brunette.
"Thank you."