Okay, So I have re-written this chapter a million times now and everything still sounds lame =/ ugh. Hahah.
Oh man—I have been using Wordy a LOT these past few chapters. Mwaahaha.
Enjoy.
"I'm going to put it up for adoption." Jules told Jessica two weeks after she had found out that her mother was pregnant with Scott's baby. "Mom, are you sure?" Jessica asked. Sam still didn't know about Jules being pregnant and Alexis didn't know about either pregnancy. Jules nodded, "It will be best—I can't take the load of having another baby. Especially with you having a baby at the same time. Anyways, it isn't even Sam's—there's no way I could deal with that. I won't show until past 13 or 14 weeks anyways, so I'm going to wait to tell him." Jessica nodded and smiled, "Thanks—Thanks for telling me though." Jules hugged her tightly, "Sweetie—Everything is going to go perfect for you, and I just know it." Jessica smiled as they hugged once more.
Jules was going to hide something huge from everyone except for Jessica—that was until the day a week later that she tried to become a hero.
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"Team—this guy is armed and dangerous. Someone gets eyes on this guy, immediately!" Greg shouted over the radio.
It was a homicide at a nursing home. A man was trying to find his ex-wife who worked as a nurse at the facility. On his rampage he had shot an elderly lady and a nurse's aid. The team was furiously trying to evacuate the elders by getting them onto vans and ambulances, but when the victims can't even walk or some not able to talk—It's a lot harder than it sounds. Ambulances from near by hospitals and such were trying to get people out of the building as quickly and safely as possible.
When Wordy finally found the ex-wife in an office where she had been hiding—it was Jules who was called forward to give him back up. One minute she was running towards the office—the next she saw her teammate and the lady pinned in a corner by the man who had caused terror all morning. Just then he threw a grenade towards Wordy and the nurse. The man dashed to the side, ready to shoot whoever jumped at the grenade—or didn't jump. Jules dove to the floor, knowing her vest would kill some of the effect of the grenade while Wordy got the nurse out of the room. Just as she hit the floor and concealed the explosion of the grenade, she heard a gunshot—and the man fell dead next to her, all thanks to a shot by Wordy from the doorway. Jules rolled to her side—grabbing her waist as she felt an awful pain from being blown by a grenade.
"Jules! We need medics now!" Wordy shouted as he dropped next to her, not moving her at all so that he wouldn't hurt her.
"Wordy—." She groaned as he started to pull her melted vest away. There was a huge hole across the front. It was a very strong grenade the man had and it penetrated through the material. "Wordy—I—I'm pregnant." She told him as she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Hoping that she would pass out to relieve the awful pain.
Her too?
"Jules—Come on, stay with me. Sam will be here in a second. Jules!" Wordy was yelling over the radio, "Get us medics now! We're in a nurses office on the east hallway—Hurry!"
"Wordy—." She managed to mumble. He started to undo the rifle that was hooked onto her vest and pull off the heavy holsters. "He—he doesn't know." Wordy paused for a moment then nodded, "It's going to be okay."
Sam was running faster than ever along with Ed, Lou, and Spike. Greg came behind them as he and an SIU officer followed.
"Jules—!" Sam yelled as he reached down to her and got on his knees. Paramedics came into the room with a stretcher as Sam lifted her gently and placed her on it while Wordy was being escorted by the SIU. "She saved my life." Wordy told them as Greg patted his back, "It's unbelievable what she'll do to protect her team."
Jules was still semi-conscious the entire ride to the hospital—without Sam. She told him to finish work—finish the call.
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Next thing she knew, she opened her eyes to the dirty tile ceiling and the hustle and bustle of the emergency room. She groaned as she tried to pull herself up, only to find that she was wearing a hospital gown, a band with her name on it, and an IV inserted into her arm. "Don't—don't try to move." A man told her as he placed his large hand over her thin fingers. "You—you had—you had a miscarriage." He told her, tightening his fingers around hers. She looked over to him, her eyes weak and tired. "Jules, why didn't you tell me?"
She shook her head slowly, "It isn't—."
"It wasn't mine." He finished her sentence for her, pulling a puzzled look from her. He nodded, "You've been here for a few hours—Jessica told me everything once she saw the news. Why didn't you tell me?" He repeated.
"Sam, I—I was going to put it up for adoption. I was going to tell you in a few weeks."
"But Jules, we tell each other everything. It's just—you could have gotten time off." He told her, stroking the palm of her hand. She nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek—she had killed the baby, that she was actually going to try to give a good life to, in the line of duty.
"Sam—I can hardly move it hurts so bad." She tightened her fingers around his. "It's going to be okay. The doctors say that you will feel like this for a while. They said I can take you home tonight though." She nodded to him as he wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sweetie—I still can't believe you hid this from me. But—I'm really sorry." He let her squeeze his hand as hard as she needed to. "I just—I didn't know if I even wanted to have it. I didn't want to tell anyone. Jessica—."
"She told me. Jules—just—It's over. We can move on."
Jules glanced over to him—and lucky her—all she could pick out of the whole emergency room were the babies in their mothers arms. Then she pictured Carly. She pictured the moment that the doctor placed her in her arms and she saw the beautiful face of her daughter that she carried for nine months.
"Sam." She whispered as tears welled in her eyes. He kissed her cheek gently, "Jules, this wasn't your fault." He knew exactly why she was getting so upset. "Yes it is!" She yelled as she started to hit her forehead. Sam grabbed her wrists as he pulled her fingers between his. "Shh." He whispered as she finally broke down into a silent cry.
"Who—who was the guy? He had a really—."
"He was the ex-husband of the nurse that you saved. You saved Wordy and the lady's life, sweetheart, you did. He was apparently in the military and that's why she left him—and he came back and just decided to come after her. The elderly lady that got shot didn't make it though. I think Greg said the nurse's aid was going to get surgery and she would make it. Jules, you saved a lot of people today. You were a hero." She smiled at him softly as he wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sam—Sam? I need to see Jessica—to make sure she's alright."
"Sweetheart she's fine. The girls shouldn't see you like this. Jessica had to let Alexis hear when she was telling me that you were pregnant. Both of the girls are devastated sweetie—plus—you're pretty banged up."
Sam stood up to lift the side of her gown to show her the bruise. Her whole entire side stomach was a black and purple bruise that stretched around her side. Even Sam clenched with pain when he saw it.
"Where is everyone?" She asked as usually the entire team came when an officer was down. "They stuck around for a bit—until Jessica called me. When the doctor confirmed it—they decided it would be best for us to have space." She nodded as he sat back down and placed her hand at his lips, "We can get through this."
Now how many times have we said that in the past year?
Okay…Yeah…Sorry…Bahahaha. I couldn't deal with three babies (: But at the moment… I'm enjoying a LOVELY convo with an Aussie and these convos just never get old.
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