"Hey, Sam. What's going on?" Carly answered after her phone rang, glancing to her left where Johnny was still asleep, the sharing of their bed having become a regular thing since they got together. "Uh… Sam?" She said when she heard no response, her eyes narrowing when she heard thuds in the background.
"C… Carly…" Sam said, Carly launching to an upright sit when she heard the struggle and pain in Sam's voice.
"Sam?!" Carly asks, Blake overhearing it in the hallway of Carly and Johnny's house. It had been four years since she came to LS and since then, she had reunited with her family and made some new friends.
"Keep making sound, I… can't find the phone…" Sam said as Johnny woke up.
"What do you mean, can't find it-" Carly starts to ask, being cut off by Sam letting out a scream and the sound of Trevor growling accompanying her before the call cut with the sound of Trevor's boot crushing the phone which must have been on the floor.
"Son of a bitch!" Carly shouted, Blake running into the room as Johnny and Carly got up and frantically got dressed.
"What's going on?" Blake asked.
"Something happened to Sam, she said she couldn't see… and then Trevor smashed the phone!" Carly says, having stood up too fast as the next thing Blake noticed was Carly gripping the headboard and ran to her as she was dizzy. "I'm okay, let's just go find Sam."
The three left, Carly remembering the background noises as Blake stopped at Trevor's caravan and she and Carly ran up the steps, Johnny kicking the door in and Trevor jumping back.
"I know what you're thinking… you won't find her here." Trevor says.
"Where is she?!" Carly demands, Blake aiming her gun at Trevor and pulling the trigger, Trevor screaming as he fell to his right knee.
"What did you do to your daughter?!" Blake yells.
"She and that Sammy were too close! She… she wouldn't listen to anything I said!" Trevor shouts, holding his damaged knee.
"She's 17, it's not your choice to make! You were screwing women way before that age!" Carly says in a dangerously low growl.
"Just… you want to find her, she's… at Chef's shop, the lab…" Trevor says, trying to pull himself onto a chair.
Carly, Johnny and Blake left, jumping into the Cheval Fugitive and Carly speeding to Chef's lab as Blake tried to keep her as well as herself calm.
"He's not changing…" Carly says quietly.
"I know, Carly… I hope she's okay..." Blake replied. "I'm getting very worried about her."
Blake was looking down at her lap before she looked out the window.
Carly slammed on the brakes, Blake urging her to stay in the car before running into the lab with Johnny and finding Sam collapsed across the floor.
"Blake?! John?!" Sam calls out weakly, Blake and Johnny helping her up.
"Are you okay?! Are you…" Blake started to ask, pausing as she saw the large splatter of blood on the wall nearby… then stepping back horrified as Sam turned to face her, the nail puller claws of the head of a hammer jammed into her left eye socket and the long gash telling her that it had been dragged across from the right eye, leaving blood all over Sam's face and in her hair.
"Where… where are you?" Sam asks, unable to see anything through the barely intact messes that once formed her eyes.
"Right here, kiddo… right here. Come on." Blake says, her and Johnny Sam outside and into the Cheval Fugitive.
Sam recognised the scent of Carly's gardenia scented soap and reached out, her hand resting on Carly's right shoulder and Carly turning around.
"Damn…" Carly says, grabbing an old towel and pressing it to the wounds.
"Yeah… that's you alright." Sam says, Carly finding herself thankful that Sam was incredibly lucky, as despite her eyes being practically gouged out, the hammer didn't seem to have gotten to her brain from what she could see.
"Both of you, hang onto her." Carly says, turning back and speeding off again. When at Sandy Shores Medical, Blake, Carly and Johnny helped Sam into a treatment room and onto a gurney… and Sam lightly rested two of her fingers on Carly's engagement and wedding rings.
"I told him that me and Sammy were…" Sam starts to explain, Carly seeing that there was a ring on Sam's finger too. "He… threw Sammy through the window, I don't know if he got away or…"
"We'll find him… but you rest up first, Sam." Carly says, Blake heading into the hallway.
She had enough of Trevor's insanity…
"911, what's your emergency?" The dispatcher asks.
"I need police sent over to 1214 Zancudo Avenue… a man went and hit his daughter with a hammer, blinded her." Blake says.
When K8lynn had shown up at her and Trevor's caravan, she saw police dragging Trevor out and shoving him into a squad car before she found Benson.
"Good god… what has he done now?" K8lynn asks.
"Repeatedly whacked Sam with a hammer. 911 got a call from Blake, K8lynn." Benson says, K8lynn looking at him.
"Was there anyone else there?" K8lynn asks.
"Go to the hospital." Benson says, K8lynn leaving.
When she reached the ER, she found Carly sitting down and rubbing her head, Blake with Sam in the room.
"They're checking her right now…" Carly says after K8lynn sat down. "I threw up when I saw the blood, they told me to wait out here." She says.
"Carly…" K8lynn says.
"He blinded his own daughter… now do you see why we were all trying to keep him at arm's length? He's gone crazier." Carly says.
Checking on Sam, K8lynn froze in horror when she saw the blood soaked bandages.
"Who's that? Hello?" Sam called out.
"It's me… it's K8lynn." K8lynn says, sitting down next to Sam's bed and wrapping her hand around Sam's. "It's okay… Trevor's in the 'kind' hands of the sheriff and his men."
"About bloomin' time." Sam says, K8lynn chuckling a little.
"Carly looked a little sick out there." K8lynn says.
"Blood doesn't make her throw up… she won't look at it but she's never thrown up." Sam says.
"I think she'll put that thought off for now…" K8lynn says.
"She better not for too long…" Sam says, stopping as she heard the doctor who had previously examined her and run the scans approached the room outside. "Strange how… the sharpness of hearing shoots up after the sight is gone."
"Yes, that does tend to happen. The body adapts to these things." The doctor says, glancing at his clipboard which contained Sam's sheets. "Right… the hammer did very bad damage to the eyes, as if it wasn't already obvious… the discovered bit is that the hammer scraped into the frontal lobe a bit."
"Is that why I… don't remember how long I've been here?" Sam asks.
"Yes, this area manages your sense of time… as well as sense of logic and sequential events." The doctor says, attaching the board back to the bed.
"Sequential as in…" Sam questions.
"What's 6+4?" The doctor asks.
"6, 4… 6… oh… right…" Sam says.
"As in the order things go in, like 1, 2, 3, 4 is in a sequence. You know that but you don't have a sense of it, if that makes… sense." The doctor says.
"How… much damage exactly?" K8lynn asks.
"Hard to tell but it seems to be… well, enough." The doctor says.
"Damn him… she was right, he's never gonna change." Blake says.