She heard her phone ringing and quickly walked into the hallway. Flicking her phone open she said
"Hello?"
"Sam, its Melanie"
"What's up?"
"Sam….. They found dad. He's in Seattle general hospital. He has lung cancer and he can't go on much more. Do you want to see him one last time?" Sam felt her heart drop and felt dizzy.
"Yeah, I'll be there soon." Sam said quietly "Bye." The blonde flicked her phone shut, and took a deep breath, trying to calm the swirling emotions in her mind. Anger because he hadn't cared enough to come and see her in the past 10 years. Sadness because she was going to see her father and he was going to be in rough shape. And although she'd never admit it: fear, hospitals scared her shitless.
She was interrupted by the studio door banging open behind her. She turned and was met with chocolate eyes laced with concern- for her, no doubt and an Elvis haircut she used to love and run her fingers through.
"You okay?" he asked with a bit of surprise in his voice, obviously seeing the distraught look on her face.
She quickly tried to pull her face into a blank mask.
"you can drive right?" she asked him, fully aware he could but not sure how to approach the topic of asking Freddie Benson – her ex nonetheless for a ride.
"Yes but I am not giving you another ride to get beef jerky!"
"I don't need jerky; I need you to drive me to... the hospital. So I can see my… father. Please Freddie.
Freddie was shocked, he thought her father was missing and into hard drugs.
"Yeah, sure. Let me get my keys and we'll go."
"Carly were leaving!" Sam yelled to her friend in her typical manner. Her friend's faint reply could be heard echoing through the loft as the door slammed shut.
Sam waited outside of Freddie's apartment while he went to retrieve his keys not wanting to deal with his batty mother. As Sam waited an argument ensued about a tick bath not taken.
"Mom I have to go! Bye" Freddie screamed as he sprinted out the door, grabbed Sam's hand and continued running at a very fast pace until they reached the elevator, which thankfully was waiting for them. Mrs. Benson was screaming for them to hold the door in which they did the opposite. As the doors closed and the small room started to move, they slapped each other high fives.
"Nice one Benson!"
"I try Puckett, I try."
The elevator stopped in the lobby and the pair stepped out, cautiously waiting for Mrs. Benson, who thankfully hadn't managed to get to the lobby yet. The two walked to Bushwell's parking lot, to Freddie's car, which he has saved for 6 years since he was 11 to buy. They got in to the vehicle and Freddie cautiously turned out of the parking lot and started down the road following all traffic laws.
Which is why he passed his driver's test, Sam thought and she had failed, five times already. She would go in a week to try and again obtain the beloved piece of plastic that was her pass to unlimited freedom on the road. She had made her goal to try and get it this time. Freddie smoothly turned into the hospital lot and parked. Sam slowly unbuckled her seat belt and sighed. She absolutely hated hospitals and this would undoubtedly not end pretty. Freddie took her hand and she took into a sharp breath.
"You want me to go with you?"
She could only nod.