Well westerncowgirl I have to give you your promps. YES! Dolly Parton is the artist.
I know this chapter is kinda long, kinda sappy kinda out of character but please tell me it's kinda good.
Yeah, isn't it great. When you feel and look your worst it's always the time your crush comes around? I hate that!!!
Sam awoke to white walls and the moon shining on her face in the middle of a hospital bed. Her head felt like a five pound weight had been pushed into her skull. She sat up slowly and looked around the room. An IV was hooked up into her arm and was connected to a bag above her bed.
She expected to see her father or Grace or Bryanna hovering over her. They weren't, in fact there was no one else in the room except... "Jake?" He sat on the other side of the room in a chair, a blanket covered his arms with his hat hanging on his knee.
At his name he started out of the chair and sat up quickly, he had dozed quietly on and off since she had laid unconscious.
"Sam." He stood up and looked blankly at her. She looked like a ghost, so pale, under the white sheets. Why was it that somehow, someway she had always ended up in this hospital? And why had he always been there when she had been hurt and scared. Why was it always her?
"Jake? Where...where's dad, and gram?" He walked cautiously over to her as if she would collapse if he came to close.
"The doctor wanted to talk to them. I told them I'd stay incase you woke up." That wasn't exactly true. The doctor had wanted to talk to her parents but he had been at her side, in this room since they brought her here. In fact he had refused to leave.
"Oh." She looked sadly down at her hands and he turned his head so he wouldn't see the hurt expression.
"Uh...how do you feel?" He asked.
"My head hurts. What happened?" He shook his head and walked over to the side of her bed and sat down by her legs.
"Not sure." He said softly, she wouldn't meet his eyes. This had to be hard for her, but he wasn't sure how to help her now. He understood horses, not people. "Ah come on, your parents will find out what's wrong."
She looked at him with moist eyes and berried her face in her hands as if he had just given her a hard slap. "Oh Sam! Don't cry, I'm sure you were just over tired...or just too much sun." He never, ever wanted to see her cry, it made him feel horrible.
She shook her head and looked back up at him, this time tears ran down her face.
"That's not it Jake. What...what happens if...Oh Jake! I don't want to go back to San Francisco!"
She cried softly and burst into tears.
He wasn't sure why, perhaps it was because both were tired. Maybe because he would rather have died then see the tears racing down her cheek. Or maybe it was just instinct, but he stood up and sat closer to her side and scooped her up in his arms.
"Hush. You aren't goin back." He tried to whisper reassuringly. She berried her face in his broad chest and gripped the collar of his shirt in her hand. In truth he had never thought of the possibility of her going back to her Aunt's house. It hurt to much to think of her so far away. Why?
"Oh Jake! They did it before." She said between tears.
"They won't again." He said as he lifted his hand and gently began to stroke her hair. Trying to calm her and himself.
"You don't know that." She argued helplessly.
"I won't let them."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He said softly, she sniffed and continued her silent crying in the hollow of his shoulder. He could feel the tears through his black polo shirt and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. "I promise."
"I can't leave the ranch, or Jen or...You." She said and his heart seemed to stop in place. Why was it she had been able to say what he couldn't? He couldn't leave her either, he hadn't wanted too. She was the reason he had even questioned his going to college, she was the nagging guilt in the back of his mind, reminding him of the loneliness he felt just being at Three Ponies and her at River Bend.
When he was with her he didn't feel lonely. He didn't doubt anything. He could easily be himself and he knew everything that he did was the right thing.
"I...you won't have to Sam. You won't." He whispered and cautiously laid his head down so his chin leaned on her seemingly, now small shoulder.
He knew she could have meant you in so many ways but it still made his stomach flip and his pulse slow.
"Jake please..." She trailed off and sniffed again.
"What?"
" D-don't leave me." She asked helplessly.
He gently rubbed small circles down her back meaning this as a comforting gesture, until the tears stopped and she had fallen asleep.
