Life is Full of Surprises

This is my first fanfic. I have been reading fanfic for a long time, and I finally decided to try my hand at it. Please review and let me know what you think. Should I continue?

Summary: Sam's random stop in Port Charles leads her down a rode that is full of twists, turns, and surprises. Can she find love, and keep it, along the way?

Disclaimer: I definitely don't own any of the characters.

Chapter 1

The salvage ship coasted roughly towards the docks nestled into the peaceful lights of the city ahead. The wind whipped through her already tousled mass of chocolate colored hair. She sighed as she tugged her leather jacket snugly around her. Her blue wool scarf and gloves were no match for the icy winds that surrounded her.

"Great. It's snowing," the petite brunette said to herself as she rolled her eyes.

She silently prayed that her venture to this frigid port would not take long. She planned to only be there long enough to grab some food and supplies and continue her journey to a warmer climate. She hoped that she could get be back on the sea first thing in the morning.

She made sure that the vessel was secured to the pier before traveling up the dock. It was only 9:00 pm, but she didn't want to imagine how cold it would be in just a few more hours. She decided that a steaming cup of coffee was definitely in order.

As she trudged through the snow, she heard a noise. It was muffled, but she thought that it sounded like a wounded animal. She turned and walked cautiously towards the sound. As she drew closer to the sound, she noticed some dark patches in the snow. Upon closer inspection she deduced that it was blood. Some people might have turned and ran the other way, but Sam McCall, couldn't do that. 'Curiosity killed the cat' meant nothing to her.

Sam finally made her way to a clearing in a park. That is when she saw him. A man was sprawled across the snow in agony. His breathing was very shallow, and he was definitely the source of the crimson snow. Sam raced over to the body.

"Are you okay? Sir? Sir? Hey, okay, I will get some help," Sam said as she fished for her cell phone. She was now kneeling by the man grasping his hand. After she hung up the phone, Sam focused her attention back on the injured man. She ripped her scarf from around her neck and applied pressure to the wound on his left side. She decided that it must be a gunshot wound. She instinctively looked around taking in her surroundings. She saw no sign of the person who might have done this.

She focused her attention back to the wounded stranger. His skin was extremely pale. She studied the man and tried to figure out why someone would want to harm such a nice-looking man. Looks can be deceiving, she thought to herself. She knew that firsthand. His eyes fluttered, and he whispered, "Run." The man lost consciousness.

Sam sat dumbfounded by what the man had just said. Maybe the person who shot him was still nearby. Or maybe he was saying that he tried to run. Or perhaps she should run the hell away! Just as her active imagination caught up with her, she heard sirens and footsteps. The paramedics came flying around the corner and ordered her out of the way.

As they loaded him into the ambulance, Sam impulsively climbed in with him. She had to make sure that he was okay. The ambulance sped towards the hospital, and Sam's mind was racing. What in the hell am I doing? What am I getting myself into this time? But I just have to make sure that he is going to live, then I will get my supplies and sail away from this town.

She heard the paramedics talking about blood loss and vitals dropping. Sam gripped the man's hand and said a silent prayer that he would live.

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I can already tell that I am going to like cliffhangers, lol! So who is the wounded man? Any guesses? Let me know what you think.