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When Sam came to his head hurt, and it felt incredibly fuzzy. He could feel blood running down his left side. Moaning he did a mental check over, noting the tight feeling in his side. He guessed he had cracked a few ribs; he also noted the bruised feeling on his left temple. reaching over, he slowly unbuckled his seatbelt. He could see black specks dancing at the edge of his vision, but he kept struggling. He wiggled into a position where he could reach his cell phone, which seemed to have found its place beside the gas pedal. Finally getting into the right position to get his phone, he pulled it up slowly. Once he had gotten it he leaned back, struggling for breath.
Sam desperately struggled through the broken windshield, falling on the ground once out of the truck, which to Sam right now felt more like a cage. He pushed himself away from it, before calling speed dial 1 - Jules. He desperately counted the rings, waiting for Jules to pick up 1..2..3.. Finally she answered, "Hey Sam what's up? Is everything alright?" Sam struggled to take a deep breath before saying, "No Jules everything is not alright. I need you to send EMS to our church. I've been sideswiped." When he stopped to take a breath, Jules said, "Just hold on Sam I'll be right there." Sam interrupted her, "No Jules! stay where you are. Think of the baby, just call EMS and then pray. I could really use some prayer right now."
Sam could hear the sorrow in Jules voice when she agreed. "Good bye Jules I'll see you soon, and I love both of you," he said before hanging up. Sam lay on the pavement just focusing on breathing in and out for what seemed like eternity, before he heard sirens, informing him that EMS were on their way. Judging by the fact that he had managed to stay conscious Jules had probably been praying.
Next thing he knew there was an EMT kneeling beside him, shining a light in his eyes, and asking him what the last thing he remembered was. Sam answered truthfully, in that it was just hearing sirens. The EMT replied, "Okay that's good. Now what hurts the most, your head or your side?" Sam answered, "I think they're about the same, but my side is giving me the most problems, I can barely breathe." "Okay sir can you tell me your name?" Sam coughed hard before answering. As they were loading him onto the gurney, he heard more sirens, and looked over to see a convoy of familiar black Suburbans. 'Jules must have called Sarge,' hethought. Car doors slammed and he could hear Jules frantically calling his name. He turned slowly with a groan, and saw Jules running towards him, with the rest of Team 1 behind her. She quickly drew closer and as she grabbed his hand, he could hear Ed asking the EMT to tell them how bad it was. Focusing on the EMT, he heard him say concussion and bruised ribs before he blacked out.
The next time Sam woke up he was in a hospital. Feeling a mask over his face, he reached up to remove it, but was stopped by Wordy's hand. "You might not want to do that Sam it's helping you breathe." Sam rolled his eyes, but left the mask alone A nurse then walked in, pulling him out of his thoughts. "One of you pushed the call button?" she asked. "Yes that was me," said Wordy, "Sam would like to take the mask off." The nurse smiled and said, "Well I don't see why not," before turning to Sam. "Okay sir I'm going to remove this mask now. I need you to try and keep your breathing level, otherwise we are going to have to put it back on. Do you think you can do that for me?" Sam nodded quickly, eager to get it off so that he could talk. She turned off one of the machines next to his head, before taking the mask off of his face. Struggling to breathe on his own again he started coughing. The nurse turned quickly. "Sir just focus on breathing in and out
Once Sam finally had his breathing under control, he felt he should try speaking. Focusing on Wordy he tried asking were Jules was, but it came out as barely a whisper. So he licked his lips and tried again, raising his voice a little higher, he asked, "Where's Jules? Is she okay?" Wordy nodded. "Yes Sam she is worried, but fine. Sarge sent her home to rest. The rest of the team is here though; they were just ushered out by the nurse when you were having troubles breathing. You can see them if you want to now." Sam groaned. "How long 'till I get out of here?" Wordy answered, "Well that's something you are going to have to ask a nurse or doctor, because I don't have a clue."
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