"This is your fault, Benson."
"How is this my fault?"
"You followed me, therefore, you're in trouble, too!"
The coughing started and then he had a worried look on his face. "Sam?"
"Whaat?"
"Why are you coughing?"
"When I was little, mom took me to Bed Bath And Body Works and I had a coughing attack. I don't know what it was that made me have a coughing attack, but I did. I passed out, and all I can remember is when I woke up, this boy was above me...."
I looked at Freddie and he looked at me.
"You-"
"You-"
"Freddie, you saved me?"
"I guess I did."
I grabbed him and started to hug him violently.
"Thank you!"I sobbed.
"I hope you can remember in case we don't make it!"
We went a little bit longer for awhile until I started coughing very badly and that's when I realized the attack had started.
"F-Freddie!" I cried.
And when I say cried, I mean cry cry not screaming cry.
"We aren't going to make it!"
Between coughs, I cried. And I just cried.
"Awww, Sam."
He pulled me over and rapped his arms around me.
I coughed and the attack just kept coming.
"Sam. It's okay."
"No! No! It's not! It won't be!"
"Geez, I was only trying to help."
His poor shirt took all of the tears that I had always held back.
He slid me up into his lap and I felt safe.
I wasn't heathy, happy, or even going to stop crying but I was safe.
I was starting to babble all the things that the extra tears were for.
"And Carly and I got in a fight that wasn't even my fault, and Mom didn't need to take her anger out like that, and you didn't need to...."
"Need to what?"
I was slowly blacking out.
The last thing I saw was him crying up aganst me saying,"Sam, Sam, come back. Please! Sammmmmmm....."
"How is this my fault?"
"You followed me, therefore, you're in trouble, too!"
The coughing started and then he had a worried look on his face. "Sam?"
"Whaat?"
"Why are you coughing?"
"When I was little, mom took me to Bed Bath And Body Works and I had a coughing attack. I don't know what it was that made me have a coughing attack, but I did. I passed out, and all I can remember is when I woke up, this boy was above me...."
I looked at Freddie and he looked at me.
"You-"
"You-"
"Freddie, you saved me?"
"I guess I did."
I grabbed him and started to hug him violently.
"Thank you!"I sobbed.
"I hope you can remember in case we don't make it!"
We went a little bit longer for awhile until I started coughing very badly and that's when I realized the attack had started.
"F-Freddie!" I cried.
And when I say cried, I mean cry cry not screaming cry.
"We aren't going to make it!"
Between coughs, I cried. And I just cried.
"Awww, Sam."
He pulled me over and rapped his arms around me.
I coughed and the attack just kept coming.
"Sam. It's okay."
"No! No! It's not! It won't be!"
"Geez, I was only trying to help."
His poor shirt took all of the tears that I had always held back.
He slid me up into his lap and I felt safe.
I wasn't heathy, happy, or even going to stop crying but I was safe.
I was starting to babble all the things that the extra tears were for.
"And Carly and I got in a fight that wasn't even my fault, and Mom didn't need to take her anger out like that, and you didn't need to...."
"Need to what?"
I was slowly blacking out.
The last thing I saw was him crying up aganst me saying,"Sam, Sam, come back. Please! Sammmmmmm....."