SOOOOOO If you havent noticed, FF has been down, and made me sad :( Anyways... I wrote a new chapter (:

I hope yall liked the last chapter! (: Okay—So—I'm going to throw yet another twist in there (: Mwwahahaha.

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"I think it would be best that we move her upstairs for the night." The doctor explained to Sam as she pulled him out of the curtained area.

"What? Why?"

"Mr. Braddock—She's already showing signs of depression, guilt—It would just be in her best interest to keep her under the watch of nurses. Just so that she doesn't hurt herself."

Sam glanced past the curtains to see Jules sleeping soundly as the doctor put her on medications for the pain. He nodded slowly as he pushed past the doctor and walked to Jules' bedside. "I'm so sorry, Jules." He stroked her cheek that now had a lovely bruise from where she had hit herself in the face during a crying spell about an hour earlier. He didn't want the girls to have to deal with any more traumatic events in their life. When Jessica called him again to check on them, he told her to stay home with Alexis and Carly. She agreed that she would.

About an hour later, 3 nurses came down to move Jules up to the general ward. She was fast asleep as Sam walked by her side the whole way.

As the nurses left the room she was moved to, he sat down next to her and placed his hand on hers. Sam was mad—Actually furious—That she didn't tell him about her pregnancy, no matter whose baby it was. He sat, holding her hand tightly as the hours dwelled into dark.

A knock came from the door as the night lingered around 8pm.

"Hey." Wordy said from the doorway, "How is she?"

Sam sighed as he looked down at his wife for a moment. "She's starting to wake up, finally. How are you doin?" Sam asked, knowing it had been a rough day for him too.

"I'm fine—."

"Listen, I'm going to go talk to the nurse and figure out how much longer they're going to keep her on whatever meds she's on. Would you mind--?"

"Yeah buddy—You go ahead." Wordy gave him a quick hug as he let Sam walk out to the hallway.

Wordy's eyes started to tear up, "Hey—Hey Jules." He said softly as he saw her eyes open slowly.

"Hey Wordy." She smiled as she sighed.

"Listen I—."

She shook her head, "Don't even think of coming in here and apologizing—this wasn't your fault. I'm going to be fine."

"Okay—But still—I want to thank you, and so did Sarah, Marie, Allie, and Lindsay." He placed a plant on Jules' nightstand. "I knew you hated flowers—Sam told us when you were shot the first time. This time I went with the plant like everyone else." Jules smiled and giggled, "Thanks."

"No—Thank you, really. You saved my ass out there—and you saved the ex-wife, and Jules—You gave up something really big when you jumped on that grenade. You're a hero Jules."

She smiled and cringed in embarrassment as he hugged her gently. "You'll get through this—you're a very strong woman." He smiled and kissed her forehead as Sam came back.

"Well, I'm going to go. I hope you feel better soon Jules. Thanks again." Sam patted him on the back as he left the room. "Sweetie—Good news. The doctors said that you're looking like you're calming down more and they're just going to send you on home tonight with pain killers and other meds." She smiled as he kissed her gently. "We're just going to get you home and get you a good nights rest, okay?"

Within the next few hours, the doctors started her on her first dose of medicine for the night. "You feeling okay?" Sam whispered to her as she started to feel drowsy. She nodded as he took her hand and nurses moved her to a wheelchair to get them to his truck.

The whole ride home Jules dozed off with her hand tightened around Sam's.

When the bright lights of his truck pulled up, Jessica walked outside to meet them as Sam carried Jules, who was fast asleep, in his arms.

"How is she?" Jessica asked as she walked next to him. "It's been rough—the doctor's have got her knocked out though."

Jessica nodded. Sam carried her into the bedroom and placed Jules under the covers. After kissing her gently and tucking her in bed he turned to Jessica.

"Where's—?"

"Alexis and Carly are both fast asleep." She said proudly. Sam kissed her forehead, "Good job. Now you go get some sleep. You don't need to be working this hard."

Jessica nodded as she hugged him goodnight.

"Hey Jess—." He called out. "She wanted to know if you were okay."

She smiled and nodded, "I'm fine." Sam smiled as he watched her walk off to bed.

Within minutes Sam got ready for bed, turned out the lights and was asleep with his arms around Jules.

*******2 am******

"You are the reason I was killed and now you killed my baby, you selfish bitch."

"It was an accident." She cried.

"I finally got what I wanted and you couldn't stand to see someone else win for once in your damn life."

"Scott—I swear." Jules cringed in a corner as he raised his fist at her. "Scott—Stop it!"

"You'll regret what you've done."

She all of a sudden felt a surge of pain as she opened her eyes to find herself hanging over the toilet, her eyes filled with tears and the terrible bruise across her body, clenching in pain. She wasn't sick—but she sure did feel like she was going to be. She crawled to her feet, noticing she hadn't even turned the bathroom light on. She could hardly breath she was in such shock, much less stand up. As she fell back down to her knees, she felt weak and vulnerable.

"Feeling guilty?"

She continued to see ghosts as she covered her face with her hands. What was happening to her was totally different than anything she had ever heard of. Women could get an abortion and move on with only light regret or guilt. Women could have miscarriages and know that it wasn't their fault. Jules on the other hand—she knew what she had done. She had jumped on the grenade—and she felt she did it on purpose.

The multiple drugs made it hard to see, walk, use reason—she crawled past she and Sam's bed, rising to her feet as she got out of the room.

She hobbled to the door, grabbing her jacket before she went out into the freezing cold night. Jules couldn't even see where she was going. Not only because of the dark, but the medications had completely taken over all of her bodily functions.

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Sam rolled over in his sleep, "Sorry Jul—Jules?" He felt around to see that she was gone. The doctors had told him that with all the medication she was on, she would be asleep for hours.

He went to the bathroom—she wasn't there. He searched the entire house to find that she had officially left the building.

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"Feel guilty! Understand what you did to our baby! You aren't a hero, you're a killer."

She trailed down the sidewalk as streetlights shown a bright place before each step.

"Think of that baby, Jules—Bob, or Frank—or even Kate, if it was a girl."

Jules froze as she held onto her side with one hand and threw her other fist against the side of her head.

"Kate could have looked just like you, Jules, but you'll never know."

When she saw the large truck heading her way, she felt a sudden urge to run—and she did.

"Jules! No!" A voice yelled as she saw the bright lights of an eighteen-wheeler, blaring its horn. When the lights shut off and everything went black, she knew it was over.

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