All Chapters of Sgt Maddox: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Archer had been in the hospital a week, his wounds were serious and every moment was recorded and monitored by multiple machines and medical staff. Archer had pierced a lung and shattered several ribs along with a multitude of trauma including severe haemorrhaging. His armour had taken some of the impact but had left him in an unstable condition. Induced into a coma to allow his body to repair safely, Cara never left his bedside. Holding his hand, just like he had for her during those sleepless nights. She heaved a sigh loudly, containing the tears that were inwardly drowning her. Nurses and doctors would visit regularly, checking his vitals and making sure Cara was okay. He looked so peaceful, despite the tubes invading his body. The machine in the corner, beeped and hushed as Archer’s chest rose and fell. Pads stuck to the smooth planes of his chest, monitoring his heartbeat while the mask around his nose and mouth obstructed the sight of his sharp jawline. His jaw

It had been a few more days of sitting beside Archer, watching his still body, talking to his silent figure. Johnson had visited every day, offering her a break but she never took it. He would sit opposite her, making conversation or just sitting in silence. Neither interaction was preferable, having company was all they needed.Cara was sat nursing a coffee that Johnson had brought for her. The warmth absorbed through her palms and radiating up her arms, soothing the chill that ran up her spine every now and again. Nausea had become her enemy over the last few days, she hadn't been eating properly and could only put it down to lack of sustenance."You look ill," Johnson observed Cara's features. "You need to eat more." He threw a packet of crisps at her. She looked down at her lap, picking up the crisps. She opened them carefully, the crinkling sound echoed th

Archer awoke to the sound of commotion outside of his hospital room. Much to his reluctance, he had been ordered to stay in the hospital for final observations before being discharged. Archer focused on the conversation being held outside his room, Cara was standing on the other side of his room window with her father and his doctor. He couldn’t make out the discussion being had, but the look on Cara’s face worried him. She turned her head through the window, catching Archer’s gaze. Within moments, she was entering the room, plastering what he could tell to be a fake smile.  “What was that about?” Archer asked, placing a soft kiss on Cara’s hand before pulling her towards him.  “Dad wants you to stay but the doctor said you want to leave?” She nuzzled her face into Archer’s neck, wrapping her arms around his chest as she lay down next to him.

Johnson sat opposite Archer on the sofa, his jaw had not closed since hearing the news. Cara had left for work, after a weekend of more or less silence between her and Archer she was glad to get out of the apartment. Besides the usual pleasantries, the discussion of Cara’s pregnancy had not been revisited.  “So how are you both feeling about it?” Johnson finally asked him, taking a sip of his hot mug of coffee. “I don’t know mate, I’m still in shock. It’s not something I wanted, I’ll tell you that much.” He scoffed lightly.  “And what about Cara?” Archer stared blankly back at Johnson. Over the whole weekend, he hadn’t asked Cara how she was feeling about the pregnancy. He knew it was out of the question to ask her whether she wanted to keep it but he hadn’t been there for her when he should have been.

Cara had made it to work just in time for her meeting. Sitting in a stuffy little conference room in the centre building was the last thing she wanted. After the overwhelming orgasms, she had that morning, she hadn’t wanted to leave Archer’s bed. She would have quite happily allowed him to hear her pleasurable moans all day as he suggested. She smiled to herself as she sat distantly listening to their monthly meeting. As it drew to a close, her phone buzzed in her coat pocket. She opened the message from Archer. ‘I can’t wait for you to come home.’ The words had her squirming on the spot. Home. She needed to sort out her current living situation. She couldn’t live in her flat anymore but she and Archer hadn’t discussed living arrangements yet.  ‘Home?’ She responded, hoping that would draw out a response.