"Sam I am so sorry." Daniel walked over next to her hospital bed. "I brought chocolates." He placed a box down on the tabled next to her bed.
She was on her side facing away from him. "Thank you." She said without rolling over to look at him.
"Can I do anything?"
"No."
"Get you anything?"
"No."
"Can I-"
"No." she cut him off.
"Sam, you need to talk about it."
"No."
"Sam,"
"No."
"Daniel, she needs her rest. Come on." Janet walked over and led him away as soon as they were out of hearing distance she added, "She's barely talked to anyone, including Colonel O'Neill. Just give her time. She'll be ok."
"I really hope you're right."
"I am." Daniel left and Jack walked over.
After hearing the whole conversation he suggested, "Maybe you can talk to her?"
"Colonel, I wouldn't know what to say."
"Look, Doc, I'm really not good at this touchy feely stuff and you're her best friend. Maybe you'll get through to her. I've tried everything she just lays on her side staring at the wall."
"I guess I can give it a try but what makes you think she'll talk to me?"
"I just have a feeling."
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"Sam." Janet knocked while opening the door. "How do you like you're new room? Sorry it's not the best but it's better than the infirmary." Janet moved Sam to a quarantine room to recover in.
"It's fine." Sam was once again lying on her side.
"Gave you some privacy, and hey you get a new wall to stare at." She joked. "Hey Sam I know it's not easy but you need to talk to Colonel O'Neill about everything that's going on."
"I can't."
"I know it's hard."
"No you don't. You can't possibly understand."
"Actually Sam, I can." She sat down on the bed next to Sam and Sam sat up next to her. Janet took a deep breath, "You know that before I was in the air force, I was married."
"A man's war." Sam said remembering a story Janet once told her about her ex-husband.
"Yeah him. I tell most people that's why we got divorced but we were over long before I wanted to join the air force."
"What does this have to do with-"
"I'm getting there. This isn't really easy for me to talk about."
"Sorry."
"Years ago I was pregnant. A boy, named David." Janet smiled remembering someone she hadn't thought about in a long time. "I was a little farther along than you were. We already bought a bunch of clothes and a crib and all sorts of things." Her face dropped, "One day we were painting the nursery Mathew kept telling me to sit down but I insisted I was fine. I was mid cloud when I felt this pain like I had never felt before. This intense stabbing. Back then we lived in this small little town and the hospital was already closed for the night so I told Mathew I'd wait until morning and if I still hurt I'd go to the hospital." Janet's eyes began to fill up, "That night was the worse night of my life, the pain was almost unbearable. By the time the hospital had opened in the morning I knew it was too late." A tear slipped out, "I lost my son." Janet rubbed away the tears and pulled herself back together, "Mathew blamed me, Hell for a while I blamed myself. Nothing was the same between us at first we didn't talk to each other at ll. Then when we did start talking we started fighting all the time. Eventually it just became too much and we split up." Janet put her hand on Sam's shoulder. "I don't wanna see that happen to you and Jack."
"Janet I am so sorry I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't how would you? But I'm ok. Hey!" Janet switched subjects. "What do you say me and Daniel take Emma for a while so you and Jack can have some time to heal, maybe go fishing."
"I'll think about it." She waited a second, "You named him by the time you lost him?" Sam asked.
"Actually I named him after."
"Did it help?"
"Yes." Janet nodded. "Yes it did."