A/N: Next chapter's here! I hope to update IHBB today too. But for now, enjoy this one! :)
iCan't See You
Chapter 3: Mom and Sam
I wasn't allowed out of the hospital until we got some tests done on my eyes. But they already did tests on me before, not eye tests though, and they said it was some sort of miracle, because in a few hours I would be perfectly fine and ready to go home, I just had to take it easy for a while. Easy for them to say.
Sam stayed with me the whole time. I had finally gotten the water I needed to soothe my sore throat. I thought she would at least have school or something to go to but she told me she hadn't even considered going to college, especially not after the accident. But Carly, being the perfect student she had been before, was attending college. She hadn't taken the accident nearly as bad as Sam, I could tell. But she did seem happy to see me awake again.
The day wasn't nearly finished when I had first woken up when my mom burst into the room. My head had been resting in Sam's lap and I was close to falling asleep with the feeling of her hand in my hair, so I was startled when I heard the door open. Sam stopped her hand movements.
There was silence in the room, and it started to make me feel uncomfortable. They were both looking at me, I knew that much. Even though I couldn't see, I could practically feel their eyes staring a hole into my skull.
Before I knew it, I was enveloped in such a tight hug I could barely breath. That was how I knew it was my mom. No one else I knew hugged me like that.
"Oh! Oh you're finally awake, my little Fredward!"
I heard two pairs of footsteps enter the room, and I wasn't sure who it was, just that my mom was hugging me so tight I couldn't breathe.
"Mom..." I gasped. "Can't...breathe..."
My mom instantly pulled away, but I still felt her hand on my shoulder. She was sniffling, so it wasn't too hard to tell she was crying. I heard a pair of footsteps leave the room, followed by another, then another. I guess they left me alone with her.
She fussed over me for a good fifteen minutes until I told her I was tired and needed rest. You may think that's funny for someone who was in a coma for three years and got plenty of rest, right? Well, haha, I'm still tired. She kissed me on the cheek, hugged me just as tight as when she came in, and left. I just knew I was in for a tic bath when I got home.
I heard talking just outside my door, but it was muffled so I assumed the door was closed. I frowned, trying to concentrate on what it was they were talking about. I wasn't too sure. But I finally managed to hear a few words.
"He's awake..."
"...it's a miracle..."
"I don't know what..."
The rest of the words were muffled, and then I strangely heard...crying. I blinked. Feeling my way around, I couldn't stand it any longer. I made my way out of bed, swinging my legs over the edge and slipping my feet into conviently placed slippers. I felt around for anything that I might bump into, blinking unseeing eyes as I wobbly made my way towards what...well, what I hoped was the front door. I found myself looking for a knob minutes later, and finally finding it, my suddenly shaking hands turned the knob, as if I was afraid to find out what was on the other side.
The talking stopped the minute I opened the door. I stood there, wanting to see what was going on but knew I couldn't. I was ready for scolding or something on how I shouldn't have gotten out of bed so soon after I had just woken up, but that didn't happen.
Instead, in about two minutes, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and bring me close to something warm. Then I heard sniffles and crying.
"You...sould...be...in bed...dork."
I blinked several times. Was Sam crying? That wasn't like her at all. I don't ever remember seeing her cry, except for that one time I walked in on her and Carly talking and she screamed at me.
I gently wrapped my arms around her, I felt her hold me tighter, closer to her. But it wasn't so tight it would hurt me. Sam must of taken us back to the room, because I heard the door open, and she guided me inside before the door shut again.
We went to sit on the bed, and this time, I held her. She was silent now, but I could feel my shirt getting a bit wet. So she was still crying...
Feeling with my hands, I reached one into her hair and started to run my fingers through it gently. I heard a sniffle from her every now and then. A few minutes of silence passed before she started to talk again.
"Dammit, I hate crying..." I heard her say, and it made me laugh slightly. I didn't see this, but my laugh made Sam smile. Just a bit. "We're going to get you home soon, Fredward. You can count on that."
TBC
A/N: Sam's soft side's really showing isn't it? I would think that even she would cry at knowing her boyfriend was in a coma and finally woken up after three years, don't you? Review!
