Keeper

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Sam arrived at the Emergency Room and almost immediately spotted Carly sitting alone in a corner covered in blood and crying. Carly was up and hugging her the minute their eyes locked.

'Oh my God,' Sam said when they finally parted and she was looking at her. 'Is Spencer going to be ok?'

'I'm so glad you're here. He's in surgery. They say it's really bad.'

'How did this happen?'

'Someone . . . . . Someone tried to rob us. He had a gun,' Carly said through tears. They were now seated. Carly was nestled in Sam's arms as if she was protecting her from the world.

'I'm so sorry Carls.'

'You're here now.'

Sam was extremely pissed. Beyond pissed and worried. Spencer practically raised her and was like her brother/father too. First, she'd make sure Spencer and Carly were ok. Then, she'd make a few phone calls to relatives find out who did this and make them pay. Sam and Carly waited to hear something. They talked about the past and how things used to be. Sam had to steer the conversation away from them getting back together a few times. Carly got up every fifteen or twenty minutes to check in with the nurse but would return with a somber look. After two hours of nothing Sam had had enough. She got up walked over to the nurse. Carly was begging her not to the whole time saying to 'be patient'.

'Excuse me, we've been waiting over two hrs. can you tell me is Spencer Shay out of surgery?'

'Who,' the lady asked with bored expression on her face.

'Spencer Shay. He was brought in a few hours ago. He was shot in the chest.'

'I'm sorry but no one came in here with a gun shot wound.'

'What do you mean no one came in with a gun shot wound?' Sam couldn't believe what she was hearing. She wouldn't. Would she? 'That girl,' Sam said pointing to Carly who was standing a few feet away, 'What was she coming up here for?'

'Her. She kept asking me what time it was.'

Sam spun around and headed straight to Carly fury in her eyes. 'Where's Spencer?'

'Home,' Carly said meekly. 'But we had a good time didn't we. You held me. We were laughing. You still love me. '

Sam dragged her outside and pushed her up against the side of the building. Since the first time they met this is the closest Sam had come to hitting Carly. If it was anyone else they'd be bleeding right now. 'You're sick. Sicker than I thought. You need professional help. Whose blood is that on you? Never mind I don't want to know. Lose my number and never call me again. Ever.'

Sam jumped in her car and drove home.

A/N: So the first chapter was admittedly slow paced and not much info. Hopefully this makes up for it. Read and review :-)