A/N: Wow! I'm so glad so many of you liked my new idea! I'm certainly honored and appreciate every single review, favorite, and follow! And because you all are so great, I will make good on my promise and present you all with a second piece to Medically Speaking! Enjoy and please let me know what you all think!

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Sam runs a hand through his hair and gets up from his chair, stretching and flexing his arms. Today has been a long day - there never seems to be a break from surgeries and check ups and tummy aches that may or may not be a virus.

However, that's not what's bothering him.

This morning a woman died during surgery. It isn't the first time, of course, but it never gets any easier. His rational mind reminds him that there was nothing he could've done to prevent it - the woman was physically unfit and the internal bleeding just made it all worse. The surgery was a risk in the first place - but also her only option - since the tumor was too large as it was.

Overwhelmed by the death in his hands, Sam sits back in the office chair and places his head in his hands.

Was there anything I could have done? Did I miss something? Could I have diagnosed the tumor earlier?

"Dr. Braddock?"

Sam looks up to the young nurse coming into his office. She smiles shyly and continues, holding out a manila folder. "You have a check up appointment in room 110."

Sam inhales and exhales slowly, rising from his seat. He takes the manila folder and smiles gently. "Thanks Hillary."

Hillary nods and heads back down the hall.

Sam opens up the folder and feels a smile tugging at his lips when he reads the name: Julianna Callaghan.

For some reason the young female sniper he met two days ago hasn't been far from his thoughts. On the contrary, he can't stop thinking about her.

Feeling revitalized and a bit nervous, he heads down the hall to room 110.

He knocks lightly before pushing open the door, his smile growing and his heartbeat quickening at seeing her standing by the window.

"Constable Callaghan?"

Jules turns, her heart jumping out of her chest - but not out of surprise. "Doctor Braddock."

He smiles, placing down the folder and sanitizing his hands. "I'm glad to see you again. Almost thought you would skip the check up AMA."

Jules shrugs. She doesn't share that she was actually planning on doing just that, but didn't want to miss the opportunity of seeing him again.

"I want to make sure I can get better as soon as possible - even if it means visiting the hospital again."

He motions for her to sit on the medical bed. "I'm going to need to check those stitches, so if you could please roll up your sleeve."

Jules sits down on the bed and shrugs out of her jacket, revealing a light blue tank top. Sam glances her way and can't help thinking how soft her skin looks. Jules catches the look in his eye and feels her cheeks burn.

Sam clears his throat and walks over to her, promptly beginning to remove the bandaging. "Have you been taking your pain medication?"

Jules chuckles softly. "Actually yes I have. The guys call in and always make sure I have - or talk me into it if I haven't."

He smiles, beginning to probe the stitches. "I'm glad you have their support." He pauses, looking up at her. "Everything looks great. We can have the stitches removed by the end of the week. There is no infection and no cause for alert. I will let your physical therapist know that you will able to start today... If you feel up to it."

Jules nods. "Sounds great."

He walks back to the desk to retrieve new gauze and begins to bandage her arm quietly.

Minutes tick by as Jules studies him closely. "Are you okay?"

Sam looks at her with raised eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be?"

She smiles sadly. "There's this haunted look in your eye and your smile, although genuine, doesn't quite reach your eyes."

Sam looks at her in surprise. Usually nobody is able to read him as well as she just did.

Jules feels a wave of sadness at his confirmation that she is right. "Whatever happened, I'm sure it wasn't your fault. You had to do what you had to do. And if you want to talk, I will listen."

Still semi shocked, Sam whispers softly. "How did you know?"

She looks away from him and answers sadly. "Because that's the looks that greets me in the mirror everytime I take a life. It's not easy - but it's what I have to do for the greater good." She shrugs gently. "At least that's what my boss says."

He sighs. "A woman died during surgery today. She had a tumor and there was nothing we could have done to help her."

Jules watches him carefully. "But you don't think so?"

He turns abruptly, running a hand through his hair. "I should have found a way. I could have saved her if I had tried a little harder."

"And done what exactly?"

Sam turns back to her. "Huh?"

Jules shrugs, putting on her jacket. "Tell me exactly what you could have done to save her."

Sam rolls back the event in his head, wondering where he went wrong. He finally looks up at her and meets her eyes, a new realization hitting him. "Nothing. There was nothing I could have done."

Jules lightly jumps off the hospital bed and goes over to him, placing a hand on his arm, ignoring the sparks she feels even through his white doctor's robe. "Doc-"

"Sam." He interrupts. "Call me Sam."

She smiles. "Sam, you did you're best. But there was nothing you could have done to change the outcome because it was out of your power. So stop beating yourself over it and focus on the lives you can save today and tomorrow and the day after."

Sam feels a warmth spreading from his heart to every inch of his body. He raises his hand and gently tucks a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. "You're amazing you know that?"

She sucks in a breath, feeling overwhelmed by the wonderful emotions she can see running through his beautiful blue eyes.

They remain that way, eyes locked for some time, before he gently presses his lips to hers.

Jules kisses him back gently in return. The fervor growing as the passion ignites.

When air becomes a necessity, he pulls away, whispering. "Thank you."

She smiles. "Anytime."

Even through the ups and downs, she never breaks that promise.

A/N: I will soon be writing option C aka "Game On"! Thank you to those who voted! :)