Later that day, the doctor took a seat across from her, setting the clipboard aside.
"I want to run some blood work in a week to check for any irregularities and confirm whether or not you're pregnant. But right now, we also need to discuss emergency contraception—Plan B—to prevent a potential pregnancy from..." She hesitated, her voice softening, "from what happened."
Fi's shoulders tensed, and she shook her head almost immediately.
"No. I don't want it."
The doctor leaned forward slightly, her voice calm but firm.
"Fi, I know this is a deeply personal decision, but I need to be clear—taking it now would eliminate the possibility of—"
"I said no," Fi interrupted, her voice sharper now. She looked up at the doctor, her eyes shimmering with barely contained emotion.
"I don't even know if I am pregnant, and I don't want to do this. I've already had enough taken from me. This choice is mine."
"I understand, and I want to respect your wishes. But if you change your mind—if you need anything just make an appointment."
Fi swallowed hard, her voice steadier now.
"Thank you. But I'm not changing my mind."
The doctor offered a small, understanding nod and stood, picking up her clipboard.
"I'll give you some time. We'll schedule the bloodwork for next week, and we'll go from there."
Michael showed up about the time Fi was getting ready to leave. He walked into her room, seeing Sam picking up the few things they had.
"What's going on?"
"She's being discharged, so… I called you and it went to voicemail."
Michael checked his phone, and sure enough there were 5 missed calls from Sam. He opened his mouth to say something about the time, when Fi opened the door, walking out of the bathroom with tears in her eyes. Sam's eyes went to her and Michael's did too. Sam waited to see if Michael would do anything, then as Michael didn't move, he set the bag down immediately and met her, his voice soft but firm.
"Hey… you don't have to go through this alone. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together, okay? You're not fine, and that's okay too."
"I… I thought I was fine, but it's just… everything hurts. And now they want me to come back for more tests…" Her voice cracked, and she pressed a hand to her forehead, her body visibly trembling as she tried to hold herself together.
Sam reached out and gently took her hand.
"Come here," he murmured, pulling her into a reassuring embrace.
Fi let herself be drawn closer, leaning against him. Sam wrapped his arms around her as best he could, his voice low and soothing.
"You're safe now. You're getting out of the hospital, and we're going to figure this out together. Whatever it is, you're not doing it alone."
Fi let out a shaky sob, her hand gripping his shirt tightly. Sam looked over at Michael who was frozen.
"Mikey, how about you pull the Cadi around so Fi doesn't have to walk far?"
Michael nodded, leaving. As the door closed, Fi pulled back slightly, looking at him. Her breathing was uneven, rough with tears. He gave her a soft, reassuring smile, wiping away the new tears that started to form. He kissed her forehead, whispering,
"You know, you are human. You can cry, throw things, shoot someone knowing who you are."
"I hate feeling like this, Sam," she whispered.
"Like I can't even stand on my own two feet anymore. I feel so... broken."
"You're not… You're still trigger happy Fiona."
Fiona laughed, despite the way she felt. Sam helped her down to the car, and into the back seat of the Cadi. On the way home, Sam could feel the tension from Michael. He looked back, seeing Fi asleep, smiling at her he caught the glare from Michael. Once they arrived at Fi's place, they both got out and Michael stopped Sam from opening her door.
"Can we talk?" Michael asked.
Sam noted the way Michael was behaving, his tone of voice, his jaw, and the way he looked at Fi. The way he avoided looking at Fi, still resting in the back seat. Sam's stomach churned as he thought about how much Fi had been through, how much they both went through.
"Alright," Sam said, stepping back.
Michael motioned for them to step a few paces away, glancing again at Fi through the window before turning to face Sam. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his posture tense.
"What the hell is going on, Sam?" Michael asked, his voice sharp but quiet.
"Why are you the one comforting her? Giving orders? When did Fiona become your responsibility? Last time I checked I was the one dating Fi, not you."
Sam clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm.
"Five missed calls, Mikey, and you froze." Sam said, his voice even as he stepped back, giving Michael some space.
"When she was breaking down, you stood there. I wasn't going to wait for you to figure it out. Fi doesn't need someone who hesitates. She needs someone who's there no matter what, someone who will stay all night by her side and not leave. Someone who will hold her hand and try to talk to her, that's what she deserves. If you can't give her that…. " Sam whispered.
Michael grabbed him by the arm as he stepped away, stopping him, his eyes meeting Sam's.
"You mean you."
"If that's what she needs, yeah. I'd do anything for her."
Michael stared at him, his jaw tight, but the fire in his eyes dimmed. Finally, he nodded, his voice heavy.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe... maybe she's better off with you," he said, as he walked over to the Charger.
"Michael! Michael!" Sam yelled, as Michael sped off.
Sam sighed, watching the Charger leave, then he opened the door to the Cadi, gently picking Fi up and carrying her inside. He laid her down in the bed, as she woke up.
"Where's Michael?" she asked.
"He left.."
"What happens now?"
"Whatever you want. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, I promise," Sam whispered.
Fi sat up, as she started to cry. Sam gently pulled her into a hug, pulling her back to lay against his chest. After a few minutes, Sam broke the silence.
"How about you go take a shower, and I'll go take one too and we will meet back here and watch a movie and figure out where we go from here."
"Deal." Fi whispered, as she kissed him.
Sam was surprised she did, but gently kissed her back. After breaking the kiss they both got up, each going to a bathroom. Fi sighed as she stepped into the shower letting the hot water wash away everything. She leaned her forehead onto the cool tile letting everything that had happened in the last few days finally sink all the way in. Hot water mixed with hot salted tears; she knew they needed to have an important conversation and she wanted to be ready for it. In the other room, Sam rubbed his hand over his face as the water warmed up , taking in the kiss they'd shared. It wasn't planned, but it felt normal and comforting like they had been doing it for years. When Sam stepped out, drying off and putting on some sweats and t-shirt, he went back to the bedroom. He found some blankets, making the bed more cozy. He laid down as he waited, and Fi stepped out of the bathroom. He looked up, watching as she slowly made her way over, laying down and resting her head on his chest. He gently ran a hand up and down her back, and as she looked up, he did too.
"Sam?"
"Hmm?" he mumbled, as he kissed her forehead.
"What if I'm pregnant?"
"We'll figure it out, like we will with whatever this is." He said, as he lifted her head up to look at him and gently kissed her again.