Author's Note: YESSS! I'm one chapter away from the end of the story! I can't WAIT to post it!
Lovesick
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sam had a small check-up with the doctor the next day. After announcing she was okay, Sam left to spend some time with Danny before she left. After the wedding, Danny had been so exhausted he had gone back to sleep and hadn't woken since—Sam felt incredibly lonely and empty without him.
Sam sat in the plastic chair beside Danny's bed, taking his hand in hers. She admired the ring on her finger. Jack had gone down and taken the ring from Moon, the ring that rightfully belonged to Sam. She felt so happy to be Danny's wife—she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and make him happy.
Sam brushed a strand of his black hair off his face. He looked so peaceful when he slept, something she herself had never managed to achieve. She wished him peaceful dreams.
The doctor suddenly came into the room. She smiled at her. "Are you ready, Mrs. Fenton?"
Sam nodded and replaced Danny's hand on his bed. "I'll be back soon, Danny. I promise," she whispered into his ear.
She stood up and followed the doctor into a small room nearby. She allowed the doctor to preform the many tests on her, though the doctor seemed to be taking a great interest in her heart, something that frightened Sam. After checking her heartbeat for the fifth time, Sam had had enough.
"Can I ask you a question?" Sam said as the doctor moved the stethoscope around slightly.
"Of course, Mrs. Fenton."
"Why do you keep checking my heartbeat?"
The doctor did not answer at once. She continued to listen to her heart, then lowered the stethoscope down to her stomach. She held the instrument there for a moment, before moving it back to her heart.
"Please, what's wrong?" Sam asked, feeling the panic overwhelm her.
The doctor, sensing Sam's alarm, smiled and patted her arm comfortably.
"Nothing is wrong, Mrs. Fenton. In fact, I would consider this to be great news. For a moment I thought I could hear your heart echoing. I was wrong. It isn't an echo, but a separate heartbeat altogether. You're pregnant," she said, answering Sam's puzzled look.
Sam gripped the operating table behind her, feeling faint. "Re—really?"
The doctor laughed. "Yes, a little over a month pregnant."
Sam leaned back against the table, letting the shock overtake her. After a few seconds, the doctor turned to her, her expression worried.
"Are you okay?"
Sam looked up at her and smiled. She nodded. "Uh huh. Just a bit surprised, is all."
"I'm sure Mr. Fenton will be most pleased," the doctor said, putting her stethoscope around her neck.
"I'm sure of it," Sam answered.
Sam left the room and walked back to Danny's bed. She was a bit surprised to see another doctor leaning over Danny, a worried expression on her face.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked. She gazed down at Danny, who seemed paler than usual. His heartbeat seemed slower, too.
"He's not doing too well. We think it might be the poison. Mr. and Mrs. Fenton are on their way. We'll be lucky if Danny makes it past the next twenty-four hours," the doctor said quietly.
Sam was frozen for a moment. Then, she fell to her knees, sobbing. She pounded the ground with her fist, screaming 'let me die instead!' until the doctor who had assessed her came running forward. She pulled her up and sat her down on one of the chairs.
"Mrs. Fenton, you must relax. You're going to cause the baby stress." The doctor said gently, but firmly.
"Relax?" Sam asked, as if she had never heard of such a word. "How can I relax when MY HUSBAND IS ABOUT TO DIE?!"
"I understand this is hard for you but you need to calm down. Take deep breaths with me—breathe now, thats a good girl," the doctor said soothingly as Sam began to breathe deeply. Soon, Sam had calmed down, but her eyes were brimming with tears.
"There you go," the doctor said softly. "Talk to your husband. Besides everything that's happened, you're his wife and he can hear you."
Sam stood up and walked beside the bed, looking down at Danny. She took his hand and sheltered it within her own. She smiled.
"You big drama queen. Wanting a wedding before you die," Sam said, nudging him a little. Her tears spilled out of her eys and ran down her face. Sam ignored them.
Danny simply lay there. A minute later Maddie and Jack entered the ward, both with equal worried expressions on their faces.
"How's he holding up?" Maddie asked Sam gently. She came to stand beside Sam and both women looked down at the young man they both idolized so much.
"Not too well," Sam said, wiping a tear off her face with her sleeve, never letting go of Danny's hand. "I'm sure you know what's going on, though."
"Yes, we do," Jack said, sitting down on one of the plastic chairs and burying his face in his hands.
"I—it's all my fault," Sam said suddenly, tears pouring down her face.
Maddie gently wiped them away. "No, no, it's not."
"What if...what if I never get a chance to tell him I'm pregnant?" Sam cried.
Jack lifted his head up, surprised. Maddie looked shocked for a moment, then she pulled Sam into a big hug.
"Oh, that's wonderful news, Sam! Something Danny would be proud of."
"Yes, but...I don't want to raise our child alone. I want to raise it...with Danny," Sam said, crying into Maddie's shoulder.
Jack suddenly stood and hugged them both. "You won't be alone, Sam. We'll help you."
The family held on to each other, looking down at the young man who was soon going to die. Sam allowed a small tear to slide down her face. She sniffed. Was this her life?
-DP-
After dinner, Sam came back down to the hospital ward. She sat by Danny, who still had not woken up, and felt herself start to panic. Time was running out.
The female doctor who had been with her earlier came forward. "You need your rest, Mrs. Fenton. You're not well."
Sam yawned. "I'm not going to leave him."
"Well, then maybe a cup of coffee to relax you?" The doctor asked hopefully.
Sam nodded. "That would be great, thank you."
The doctor smiled and left the room.
Sam stood up and walked beside the bed. She reached down and pulled one of Danny's lifeless hands towards her. She placed his hand on her stomach.
"That's it, Danny. Our baby is in there," Sam said quietly.
She hated not being able to talk to him, she hated feeling so alone. She suddenly wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly. She lay her head on his chest, whispering to him.
"Please," Sam said. "Please, just live."
Danny didn't move.
"Please. Get better. I just want you to be okay again. Take all my energy if you need it, Danny. I love you so much—you can't just leave me. Please, stay with me. I don't want to be alone," Sam cried into his chest.
Still, there was no movement from her husband. Sam softly nudged him, desperate to wake him from his endless sleep.
"I won't live if you don't," Sam said, staining his shirt with her fresh tears. "Please, just come back to me."
When Danny still didn't respond, Sam wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace. She kissed him softly.
"I love you, Danny," she whispered.
-DP-
When Sam woke up, she found Danny still sleeping under her. She had dreamed that he was awake, and that he was kissing her passionately. But it was just a dream.
She pulled her head back up from his chest and turned around. She crossed her arms over her chest, surveying the room. She quickly glanced back at Danny. Nothing. She turned back around and kicked the plastic chair beside her.
"Why won't you wake up?" she screamed.
The room was filled with a painful silence as Sam crashed down to the floor on her knees.
"I can't keep doing this," she sobbed.
"Don't cry, baby," Sam heard someone whisper.
For a minute, she was completely startled. She got up off the floor and turned to Danny's bed, her pulse pounding in her ears. Danny sat there, using one arm to sit up, his expression worried.
"Oh, Danny, you're awake!" Sam cried, rushing over to him and hugging him.
"I had the strangest dream. You were crying and somehow, you passed this great amount of energy to me. And then...I was awake," Danny said, sounding mesmerized.
"I've been so worried about you! I thought you were going to die," Sam said, clinging on to Danny.
"I know, and I'm sorry. But I promise, I'll always be here for you," Danny said warmly, holding on to his wife.
Sam touched his nose with hers and smiled. "I have something to tell you," she said.
"Oh yeah?"
"Danny, I'm pregnant."
For a moment, Danny said nothing. Then he hugged her tighter, warm tears spilling from his eyes onto her hair.
"Everything is going to be okay now, Sam. I promise," Danny said, stroking her stomach. And it was the truth. He didn't know how he knew it, but it was true.
Author's Note: That's so sweet! After everything Sam's been through, Danny can just reassure her so nicely, don't you think?
The finale, or prologue, is coming up next!