It was Saturday morning. As usual Sam had spent the night with Carly. Spencer emerged sleepily from his room. He absentmindedly opened the bathroom door and seeing Sam there began to apologize and back out. Then he stopped and stared at her. Sam remained frozen with a look of fear in her eyes.
"Oh my God! Sam! What are you doing?"
Sam dropped the razor blade from her hand and bolted from the bathroom nearly knocking Spencer over. She headed toward the front door and bumped into Freddie just as he was about to walk in. The collision knocked her backwards onto the floor. Spencer ran into the room and abruptly stopped when he saw Sam on the ground and Freddie in the doorway.
"Sam, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. Are you alright?" Freddie asked.
Sam looked from Freddie to Spencer and began to cry. Freddie stared at her in shock. He put down the laptop he was carrying. Spencer walked over to her.
"It's okay, kiddo. I've got ya. Freddie, can you grab the first aid kit from the counter and bring it to the bathroom?" Spencer scooped Sam up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. Freddie grabbed the first aid kit and followed.