Jake sat on the sofa waiting for the phone to ring, or for someone to burst through the door and tell him everything was going to be okay
Jake sat on the sofa waiting for the phone to ring, or for someone to burst through the door and tell him everything was going to be okay. Nobody did.
He watched the clock and sighed. It had been a whole day and he hadn't heard a word.
Suddenly the phone rang and Jake jumped and ran for it. He juggled the phone, but it slipped and dropped but Jake picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked "Jake?" Wyatt's voice came. He sounded so different on the phone.
"Yes." Jake said eagerly.
"Is your mom there?"
Jake sighed. "Yeah give me a minute." He ran to the kitchen where she was doing dishes. He shoved the phone at her and she held it to her ear.
"Hello?" She asked. "Oh its you Wyatt." She eyed Jake. "What did they say?" She paused. "Ok tomorrow?" "No problem Jake will."
She hung up.
"I'm heading up to the hospital tomorrow." She said carefully. "You can come if you want Jake, it's a two hour drive." She paused and looked away. "Sam's in a comma." She said quietly. She to work again. She didn't look at Jake for a while so he walked away.
"Jake?"
Jake turned.
"You might as know now." She sighed. "They aren't sure if Sam is going to pull out of this."
Jake froze. "Because of me?" Jake thought fearfully. He couldn't say anything. So he walked out and headed to his room. It was only 7 PM, but Jake felt tired suddenly and fell asleep.
When Jake woke up he jumped out of bed, put on jeans and a jacket and headed outside to get his chores done.
He fed the last horse and mucked the last stall when he ran back to the house where his mother started the car.
He opened the door swiftly and slammed it when he got in.
His mom came in slowly which made Jake inpatient. They drove out of the yard and entered the highway, toward Reno.
Jake stared out of the window. Remembering all those doctor shows, he thought of people never waking from their commas and some who forgot how to walk or didn't remember anyone.
That wouldn't happen to Sam.
Slowly but surely they entered the hospitals doors. Walking down the white hallways Jake wondered why he was there. "Cause of you." A voice in Jake's head said. "YOU weren't paying close enough attention."
The walked into a room, which was labeled, 'Waiting Room.' There sat Gram, who stood close to tears. Jake could stand that, but he couldn't even look t Wyatt. He took a glance. White faced, head in his hands, and shaking, Wyatt was sitting. He looked so lost, and tired.
He looked older.
"Because of you." The thought flashed through his mind.
A doctor walked out.
Everyone looked up.
"Sam Foster?" he asked. Wyatt stood.
"Well good news is she's not getting worse." The doctor reported. "But she isn't awake yet."
Minutes turned to hours. Then to days. Jake and his mom stayed in a hotel. After the third day, Mrs. Ely told them she had to go back.
"Can I stay" Jake whispered. "Not a chance." His mom whispered back. "They need space."
Wyatt walked over to Jake. "Jake?" He said. "Do me a favor and when you get back I have a started colt that needs work with." Jake nodded. As they walked away Wyatt added. "If you see Blackie call me." Jake swallowed and nodded.
After a long trip home Jake went straight to River Bind. He saddled up the colt and rode for an hour. Then he walked home, saddled his brother's horse Chip and galloped out.
He searched high and low for Blackie.
Not that he wanted him back, but he was curious what and why Wyatt wanted him back.
After no luck and it getting dark he head home. Jake untacked the tired gelding and head back to the house.
"Sam hurry up and wake up." He mumbled to himself.
Sam didn't wake up though. Two weeks later he got a call. "Your dad, please." Gram said obviously very tired.
Jake handed the phone to his dad, who shooed him off. After five minutes, which seemed like five hours his dad came in. He looked at Jake and didn't smile.
Even though Luck rarely smiled, Jake had a feeling that something was wrong.
Luke sat down. "Jake." He started. "Sam woke up." Jake sighed in relief. "But she's not coming back." Luke looked straight at Jake.
"Why not?" Jake demanded,
"Wyatt thinks it would be safer if Sam was two minutes from a hospital instead of two hours." Jake's dad almost looked sorry.
"Sam going to live in San Francisco."
I know this chapter wasn't that good and short but i had to do something and ill have better chapters i promise!!!
