Loss of innocence
Daniel walked into the infirmary, unsure what to say or do: Sam was still curled up on the bed in the small private room off to one side of the main ward. She hadn't moved for almost two days, not since the doctor had been forced to sedate Jack.
"Sam?" He asked tentatively from the doorway, "Sam, I can't even begin to understand what you're going through, but you have to understand that this was not your fault."
Sam didn't move, not even to acknowledge his presence.
"The doctors say that this would have happened sooner or later, no matter what they did. They think it may have something to do with the Naquadah in yours and Jack's blood. We've spoken to the Tok'ra: they're going to tell Jacob, and try and find a way to stop this from happening again…"
Still Sam didn't move.
"I know how much the baby meant to the two of you, how long you waited, but you can still try again. No one knew that former host's couldn't have children…" Daniel walked to the side of the bed, "Sam, you have the talk to me, to someone, about how you feel: you can't keep these feelings bottled up inside you like this."
"Go away!" Sam's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Sam, you have to face reality sometime: you've suffered a horrible loss, but there's always the chance that we'll work out what happened and you can try again."
"Yes, you can…"
"No, I can't Daniel." Tears started to flow down Sam's cheeks, "The doctors say there was too much damage when I miscarried: I can never have children."
"Oh God! Sam, I'm sorry; I didn't know…"
"Tell Jack I'm sorry."
"Goodbye Daniel." Sam pulled the 9mm out from under her pillow, the first round already chambered. She brought it round in line with her head.
"NO!" Daniel leapt forward, grabbing the gun and twisting it with all his strength. The single report echoed off the close concrete walls; bring a pair of guards and the duty doctor running.
They burst into the room to see Daniel cradling Sam in his arms, trying to comfort her as she finally came to grips with reality.