"You can go back inside, i'm fine, I promise," Sam said while leaning against the cool, brick wall.

Her best friend, Larry, just shrugged and took another drag of his cigarette. "Don't mention it. I needed a smoke anyway." He ground the snub into the wet ground and smiled, "Besides, if you're about to have a freak out, I should be here."
"She shook her head, "Nah, I just needed to be outside. You can go in, I swear."
"Larry side-eyed her then sighed. "Alright, text me when you come back in and i'll find you."
"Sam just nodded, wandering further int o the dark alley.
"He didn't even get to the door before he heard a car screeching to a stop and then a ringing, wet 'thump'.

"I think she's waking up!"

"Go get Micky!"

"Oh thank God, I thought she was gone!"

Sam groaned, hearing the distant voices hover over her, and a door being shut gently. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was being at a convention, being at the rave, she couldn't breath…so she went outside….and she didn't see the headlights in time.

Someone was getting…Micky. Who was Micky? 'Probably a nurse, or something.' God, her head hurt.

She opened her eyes, seeing two men standing over her. One was short, with brown hair cut in a bowl shape, while the other was tall with curly black hair, covered in a green beanie. They smiled down at her with big eyes. They kind of looked like…

"Davy, Mike, I can't find him anywhere! I think he locked himself in the bathroom." A man with blonde hair came huffing in, looking worried. His eyes locked onto hers and he smiled, "Sammy! You're awake!"

She couldn't help but to groggily smile back. This was obviously a brain damage-based hallucination, causing her to think the Monkees were hovering over her hospital bed. Where was Larry? Her parents? How long had she been out?
Her thoughts were suddenly broken by a nurse busting in, suffocating the room with a cheery atmosphere. She had a bright, glowing face and a warm smile that could melt a glacier.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so glad you're awake! How are you feeling, dearie?", her hair was up in an old fashioned back-bun, and her winged makeup was a little bit more than a side affect of the vintage trend.
"Um…" she blinked a few times, "A little light headed, I guess." she sat up, with the help of Mike. She'd seen Peter and Davy run out of the room, probably on the hunt for Micky.

The nurse, (Barbara, her name tag said,) ticked her tongue, writing something down on her clipboard. "All right, sweetie, that's perfectly normal. What's the last thing you remember?"
Mike bit his lip nervously while she answered, "Uh…being outside…I stepped into the road without thinking…and…I remember headlights."

"You starting having a panic attack at our show last night, so you stepped outside. You walked into the alley and…and the guy driving didn't see you.", Mike chipped in, resting his hand on her shoulder.

She blinked up at him and shook her head, "I…I don't remember a show. I was at…a con. I know your Mike, I know you're from the Monkees, but I don't know where I am or why you all are here." em'And young and alive', /emShe added mentally.
Barbara looked at her with worry. "Mr. Dolenz should be on his way, and i'm sure he'd be happy to fill in the blanks. I don't think it's amnesia, just a bit of confusion and jumbled up thoughts, all of the stress." She smiled, setting the clipboard back down and stepping out of the room.

Mike sat down in a chair next to the bed and looked at her worriedly. "You…don't remember meeting us?"
She shook her head.
"Don't remember…Micky…?

She shook her head again. Why was Micky so important? Sure, he was her favorite Monkee, but that didn't really count in this situation.

He looked down, taking in a deep breath. He looked back up with glossy eyes, "Aw, man, I don't know how he's gonna react to that. Just…" he snapped his head to the door, seeing Micky open it rather quickly.

"Sammy!", he shut the door again, running up to her bed and hugging her. "Oh, I was so worried, I thought you would never wake up, it's all my fault, I'm so so sorry, i'm so sorry," he mumbled into her shoulder, running his hands through her hair.

She hugged back on instinct. "It's…fine…"
Mike tapped him on the shoulder, sighing. "Micky, man…"

He looked up at the guitarist, "Yeah?"

"She..she doesn't remember bein' friends with us, man." He crossed his arms looking apologetic.

Micky looked at him, then to Sammy, then back to Mike, then back to Sammy. "He…he's just joshin' me right?" He was breathing heavily and nearly bouncing on the bed, "You…you remember me, don't you?"
"I know your the Monkees, but I don't remember knowing any of you. I remember being with my friend, then being hit by a car, then being here." She shrugged, "Sorry."

"The nurse said it wasn't serious, though. Just the stress on her skull, she should remember in a few days," Davy pitched in, walking in with Peter.
"She also said it was okay to tell her anything, we can fill in any blanks for her!", Peter said happily.

"Okay…well…" Micky turned back to the girl. "You're our roommate" she nodded, feeling a little shocked. He took her hand, "And you're in California, and…we've been dating for almost a looked at Sammy, ready to gage her reaction. Micky's breathing slowed down, and Peter nervously tapped his foot. It was silent for the longest moment.

"I've been dating…Micky Dolenz….for a year?", she sounded flabbergasted, and Mike was scared she would freak out, maybe think they'd kidnapped her. Instead, she sat there twiddling her thumbs in shock. She looked up at him and smiled. "Groovy," she wrapped her arms around him, (still convinced this was a fever dream), and squeezed. /span/p
He hugged back, laughing and blinking away his tears. He took a deep breath, "I'm just happy you're okay."

"Nurse says we can bring her home 'soon as she's ready," Davy grinned. /span/p

Sammy smiled, pulling away. "Just need to get dressed." She looked down at her hospital gown with distaste.
Mike jumped up, handing her a bag. "We brought these, just in case you woke up."

Micky helped her hop down from the bed, and led her to the connected bathroom, handing her the bag. He smiled down at her before she shut the door

Finally alone, she took a look in the mirror. She cringed, seeing her messy hair and the bags under her eyes. "Ugh," she made a disgusted noise at the mirror before digging inside the bag.
She pulled out a knee length black dress, with mid-sleeves and white trim. She oohed at it for a minute, before slipping off the hospital gown and stepping into the dress. She put on the pair of black Mary Jane's at the bottom of the bag, and tried to do something with her hair. Giving up on that endeavor, she looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled, imagining what Micky would think.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Are you okay?", it was Peter's shy voice.

She stuck her head out of the door and smiled, "Just tryin' to fix my hair. S'not going so smoothly." She stepped out and waited for there reactions.

Peter smiled goofily, nodding. "You look great!"
"Mike nodded, "He's right, even with that hair.
"Davy elbowed him in the ribs, "Hey, be nice." He turned to her, "Your hair looks lovely."

Micky shyly walked up to her and grabbed her hand. "You look real nice, Sammy." She smiled and squeezed his hand.
"All right! Let's get you home, girly! Maybe spark some of those memories up!" Davy said, opening the room door. Peter pushed her out of the hospital like an excited little kid.

Yay, chapter one! I hope you enjoyed and please, please, Read and Review! It really does mean the world to me when you give me suggestions.