Chapter 2 Answers and a First-Aid Truck

(Freddie's POV)

We stood there for a minute when she sadly-no, FINALLY let go. What's wrong with me lately? I watched her stumble over to my bed, her golden hair swaying in the breeze from the open winder- WINDOW! I walked over and looked at my ledge, not even a foot wide, how was she not dead? I realized right then and there that if that lightning didn't light up the sky, I would have left her there, crying and bleeding. I face palmed, shut the window and turned on my bright Galaxy Wars Lava lamp, not much light, but enough for me to gasp at the blood running down her shoulder. Her face was paler than usual, and that right there is saying something. I took one look at her and tiptoed into my mother's first-aid room. Yeah, she has a room all about first-aid and aggressive parenting. I grabbed the huge orange cart my mom brought to my fence-off with Toter. I carefully lugged it back to my room and gasped. She was lying on my bed, face up, still.

"Sam?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't too late.

"Haaam" she moaned. I smiled with her and helped her sit up. I turned on another dim light that acted like a candle. I opened the portable ambulance, almost expecting a doctor to pop out, grabbed a paper towel, and wet in my bathroom sink. I sat next to her on the bed and cleaned off her shoulder. The cut was huge, a little deep, but not the deepest ever. She winced and a small, sharp spot. I stopped.

"Sam, could there be glass in your arm?" She looked at me with her bright blue eyes as if to say 'yes'. I took out the magnifying glass and tweezers. I inspected her arm, wiping blood out of the way as I did only to find two small chunks of glass in her shoulder. Extracting them, she winced, something Sam "kick-butt" Puckett rarely ever does. This was serious. I used a cleaning pad on her shoulder, much to her discomfort.

"Aah!" She whispered. I bandaged her shoulder perfectly; thank you boy scouts, and cleaned off her cheek. I rest her face in my hand and used my thumb and the sterilized pad to wipe off her face. She must've been statically charged from the storm, because the moment she touched me, electricity shot down my arm and warmed up my whole body. She shivered, as if the same happened to her. It was amazing how soft and fragile she seemed. Her face was so soft and perfect-like. I looked up into her eyes, which met mine, and everything else seemed to disappear. Nothing else seemed to matter, just the fact that I was with her. No, stop it Freddie, what are you thinking? I put a bandage on her cheek and she leaned her head on my shoulder. More static, this must be one big storm.

"Sam?" She looked up into my eyes, "What happened to you?"

(Sam's POV)

"Sam?" He asked. I stared into his chocolate eyes, and something ran down my spine, not in a bad way. He asked with so much concern it was almost like he cared about me. Wait, he did sort of save my life. "What happened to you?"

I blinked back more tears. I knew that I'd have to do this eventually. He must've seen the pain in my face and the thought, because he said, "If you don't want to talk about it now, we could wait until later."

"No, I'm fine. It's just," more tear spilled over my eyelids and I took a shaky breath, "my mom… her boyfriend… drunk… threw a bottle" I couldn't stop crying, toughen up Puckett! "And it hit me!" I started to sob into his shirt. He wrapped his well muscled arms around me. For the second time in my life I felt safe, right there in his arms. "And… they played… points… winner got the last… full one. So I" I gasped, "I ran… fire escape."

"Oh my god, Sam!" He squeezed me lightly. "And the dress?"

"Carly… did it… for party. I didn't… want to… but she… made me. It got… caught on… bottles and… I tripped on… road… There was… a car… almost… almost." I sobbed out, unable to even finish the thought.

"Oh, Sam. It's alright, you're safe now. Shhh, it's ok." He comforted me. "So why did you come to me instead of Carly? Did you fight?"

I sighed regaining my cool. "No… I just couldn't-"sniffle "Climb there."

He laughed lightly. His laugh was like music to my ears, his eyes were so caring, he was so caring. "You're like the mother I never really had" We laughed.

There was a knock on his door. We froze.

(A/N what do you think? I'm not gonna update until I get ten reviews. I know, not many, but I'm setting low expectations.)