Sam's vision was just a blur of colours as her eyes opened. The first thing she was able to make sense of was the feeling of a hand holding hers on the right side, then something not right about her left knee.
Rys reached over, lightly placing a hand on the side of her face as her vision became clearer, Sam now able to make out Rys and things close to her.
"I... feel like... then..." Sam manages to say, feeling almost exactly like she had after waking up in her house five days before she'd left North Yankton, right after Billy had attacked her. Rys lightly stroked her hair, calming her down as she looked down, seeing why her left knee felt unusual. "Crap... wheelchair?" She says, Rys nodding.
Sam's P.O.V
I'm glad that Rys is here now. Looks like he's not injured much. Why is it always me who ends up hurt?
"Sam... I was so worried you'd been hurt more..." Rys says. I manage to reach over, brushing my hand on the side of his face. He's one of the few people who is my size and age.
"I'm fine... Just... Don't go." I say, Rys nodding. Yes... Don't leave me alone in a hospital, its one of the few places that terrifies me.
"I'm not going anywhere, they'll have to drag me out for that." Rys says, determined to stay with me.
"Sam?!" We hear Trevor say, him running into the room.
"Dad... You need to put in ramps in the caravan, I need a wheelchair." I say, Trevor nodding and sitting down in the chair on the other side of the bed.
"You scared me to hell, kid." Trevor says, not sounding ashamed to admit it for once. That's good... he's my father, he shouldn't be ashamed to admit it.
"I'm fine, Dad... just shaken and unable to walk. Put it this way, at least I'm in one piece." I say, Trevor nodding. He's become more understanding over time and as much as he doesn't want to admit it, he's changed a lot.
"Doesn't stop me from worrying, baby... You're pretty much the only family I have." Trevor says. He told me about his mother who's currently on the other side of a metal bar door, mesh fence and armed guards... Easiest way to say it is that she's in jail, not sure what for.
But she wasn't much of a mother to him... So really, I'm his only family.
"I'm not going anywhere, Dad... You're not getting rid of me that easily." I say, Trevor nodding.
"Not hard to tell that you're family." Rys says. I didn't notice how much I'm like Trevor until now... Actually, driving recklessly and stealing and crashing trains... Yeah, I'm certainly his daughter.
"Well... I have started calling myself Phillips, not Kenton." I say, Trevor a little shocked.
"Well... I suppose it's nearly been a year now... Only a few months off." Trevor says. 9 months since I arrived... God, time goes quickly!
"I'm Samantha Phillips, Dad... Nothing will change that." I say.
"Well... Not until you become... Sam Caril." Trevor says, making me lightly punch his arm... Although... Sam Caril actually sounds nice...
And I'm 12, way too early to be thinking of that! But still...
"Trevor... Maybe." Rys says. He... Agrees?
Luckily, a nurse comes in with a wheelchair at that moment, interrupting that conversation... Thank God, I need time to think on that!
"Right... Here's your chair, Sam." The nurse says, Rys helping me across to the chair. Well... It's comfortable at least. But also what I'm gonna be rooted to for the next few months.
"Well... I'll manage." I say, reaching down and moving around by turning the metal bars on the wheels.
"I'll help you if you want." Rys says. I nod, him walking behind and pushing on the handles.
"Yeah... It won't be too bad... Thanks." I say, the nurse nodding before reaching into her pocket and giving me a lollipop. Yeah... That makes me feel like a kid again, I started feeling older for a while. This is better.
"You can go soon, just need a few checks first." The nurse says.
Thank God for that, I hate hospitals.
