Sam's POV:

"Do you really think he was a hostage in it all?"

"I don't know what to believe anymore. I thought at the beginning that he was being forced to do what he was doing…but there was never any evidence of that. Yet, knowing what he was doing was for us…I still don't know. I get that he did what he did but everything he said and what happened, how do we move on from here?"

"Are we really going to just sit here until he gets up?"

"Well how else do you expect to get out of here, he did mention that there were more bombs. You just happened to find one of them."

"How do we know he was telling the truth? He said he was the hostage and everything he said during this call…how do we know he is telling the truth anymore."

"Bombs are lining the entrance in…zig…zag…formation," I felt myself say after listening to what Wordy, Ed, and Spike were saying around me. I didn't bother opening my eyes and I just feel sore all over and exhausted. Just said that to them so they could leave and I didn't have to listen to the doubt they had about me anymore.

"Sam?" questioned someone's voice from behind me as I didn't bother answering and wanted to welcome the darkness back into me.

"Wake up," spoke another figure's voice as I felt one of them moving as it seemed as if they were trying to raise my shirt to see where I was injured as I felt my shirt tug at the gunshot wound from earlier as I felt myself grunt out in pain before I could contain it as I felt my body scrunch to protect my side area as I felt someone else's hand slightly touch my right shoulder from my right as I also was able to tell that the figure's hands who were probing my side were no longer there.

"What…the…hell…" I stammered as I opened up my eyes as I took in that Ed was the one who was probing to see where I was injured. Wordy was the one to the right and a bit behind me while Spike was sitting back a bit but to my left. I could tell the pain must still be showing on my face because there was concern written all over Ed's face. Concern that shouldn't be there…none of them trusted me anymore. They didn't know whether or not to believe me and that was going to prove harder for me to work with than I thought. But I guess I would rather like to work with them not being able to trust me but still being alive.

"Let me take a look," replied Ed as I noticed his hands moving back to where my arms were still wrapped protectively around my side.

"Nope," I spoke as I noticed after I said it that it only came out as a whisper as the pain was still coursing through my body as I went and put my arms on the ground to push up and get away from them. My plan of getting up and leaving and dealing with them later did not work quite so well as when I pushed I felt myself hit something hard as I felt hands on my upper arms. Wordy.

"Don't move," replied Wordy as I noticed him add pressure to my arms to let me know that I wasn't going to be getting past him, but his left hand must have slipped down some from where he was originally. The pressure got to me as pain filled my whole face as I felt a grunt escape my throat as I could hear voices talking to me but the pain was just everywhere as I felt my legs give way and people trying to hold me up as I was gently placed back down on the ground.

"Wordy…move your left hand up a bit more…"

"Sam, come on buddy, look at me if you won't look at either one of them," spoke Spike's voice as I opened up my eyes that I must have closed tightly when Wordy put pressure on my wound on my arm. I turned my head until I found Spike looking at me with concern on his face as well but he put a smile on his face when he noticed that I was looking at him, "that's good…now just focus on me." I was just looking at Sam when I felt Ed's hands moving towards my shirt again.

"No!" I spat as I turned to face Ed and noticed his blue eyes just staring back at me. There was concern on his face but the determination in his eyes.

"Sam," spoke Ed sternly as I noticed him just staring at me.

"Just leave and get out of here. Don't step on any of the black tiles," I spoke as I just stared at him, "you can't trust me so why would you think I would still trust you."

"You're injured," replied Wordy from behind me as I realized that his left hand was now resting up on top of my shoulder by my neck.

"So are you…I shot you."

"Bruised me but nothing else," spoke Wordy.

"You know I want to say I shot you because in that situation it was Ed that looked like he would take me down no matter what. Ed was the one who had his gun trained on me and you had yours on Janice. Yet, there was the feeling that if I put the gun down then you both would have shot me and I wouldn't have to worry about protecting you guys anymore. But, I couldn't do that…I would be leaving all the hostages to die, but in the end I couldn't even protect them. I shot you Wordy so I could go get the kid to find out that Janice ended up shooting him. Ed here was all more than happy to basically choke me as I ran down the halls looking for the boy. Why would you care about me?" I spoke as I realized that Wordy had helped me get up into a sitting position as I felt myself leaning forward some as my right hand was still gripping my left side, "oh right I remember now…you guys don't trust me."

"I am still your team leader and I am ordering you to let me look at where you are injured," replied Ed as I noticed that he was making it an order and he knows that I usually don't break any orders.

"Do you want to handcuff me too?" I questioned as I stuck out my arms towards him with wrists up.

"Sam," spoke Spike's voice again as I noticed him place his hands on my wrists as I just looked at him, "I see why you did what you did. I did have some doubt about what you were doing the whole way through. I was surprised about the bombs located under our vehicles and about how you were saying you were in charge and had put them there. I know you spent time in the war, but you are no bomb expert…that's my job, so the fact that you would have had to know about enough bombs to place it and that information I knew you do not have. I also was the one to pick out your hint that you gave to Ed but it didn't work. I also do not know if what you said about not wanting to hang out with me is true or not but I still like to hang out with you. I would have done the same thing if I was in your shoes. I would rather live with the team hating me then live in a world where they were dead…which is probably like you, so if you could do me a favor and let Ed look at your side. I know you are hurting, we all know you are hurting, and you are still my friend. Since you are still my friend I care about your well-being." I was just looking at Spike as I noticed Spike nod to Ed as I felt his fingers going to lift up my shirt as I winced in pain and then could feel him cuss slightly as I looked down and noticed the blood. There was so much of it but it was all mainly concentrated on my left side where I stopped the bullet from hitting the little girl. I could see the gash where the bullet ripped through my skin as if it was nothing but paper as dark spots were forming around my sight as I felt myself lean back into Wordy's frame.

"I got you buddy," spoke Wordy, "just stay with us…don't pass out on us." I could feel Wordy shifting me to where I was leaning against his right arm and chest as he was careful not to touch my left arm as I guess Ed must have said something about it as I could feel fingers touching near the hole in my side as I let out hissing noises as I noticed Wordy continuing to tell me that everything was going to be all right.

"Sam, you still with me?" questioned Ed's voice as I felt some pressure on my wound and then my shirt being put back down and going back to hugging my side.

"Wha…" I felt myself say as I tried to get off of leaning on Wordy but the world just was spinning as I could feel Wordy just slightly pull me back to leaning against him. Why were they caring about me so much now? After everything I did to them and put them through…they should just get up and leave me here.

"Sam!" stammered Ed as I opened up my eyes and looked at him. My eyelids felt so heavy and I was just so darn tired.

"What?" I spoke again putting a bit more force behind it making it hopefully come back out a bit stronger.

"You have to stay awake," replied Ed, "looks like the bullet went straight through but it did most likely graze and bruise a few ribs. You are going to be alright though, you got that?" I could tell that Ed was looking at me as I barely could keep my eyes open to face him as I could hear him worriedly saying some other things as I closed my eyes.

"Sam!" stammered Wordy's voice as I felt him shaking some as I opened up my eyes and turned my head upwards some and came face to face with Wordy's big brown eyes looking down at me. There was concern and worry written all over his face as he stared down at me as I just looked up at him.

"Did...I hurt…you?" I questioned as I looked at Wordy as there was a bit of relaxation on his face, "I…hit…your bruised…spot?"

"No, I'm good," replied Wordy as I went to close my eyes again as I felt Wordy shake again, "you got to stay awake Sam."

"Tired," I felt myself say as I noticed the worry return to Wordy's face as I noticed he was just looking at me.

"Not time to sleep yet," spoke Wordy's voice as he was acting like the calm river that I knew he was. He was able to make every situation seem better even though it wasn't. I knew the reason why I felt so tired was because of blood lost. My side was killing me along with my left arm was now starting to throb.

"You should get out of here…" I mumbled as I looked up at him, "I don't…deserve…you guys…"

"Don't start saying stuff like that again. Bomb squad is working their way in here so then they can send the paramedics in to take a look at you," spoke Ed. He must have talked to Greg at some point but I don't remember him saying anything. Dang…I must really be out of it.

"Sorry…" I felt myself say but it only came out as a whisper as I noticed Wordy look down at me as I guess he heard me.

"What are you sorry for? We saw the tape about how they got you to work with them, but we were still missing the audio and couldn't see what they showed you. Other than that, you should know we all would have done the exact same thing you did," replied Wordy's calm voice as there was an explosion further down from where we were.

"Shooting…you," I mumbled as I then turned to Ed, "there's trip…wires…" I noticed the recognition of what I said hit Ed as I could see his lips moving again but couldn't comprehend what he was saying as I felt Wordy shift again.

"No you aren't too heavy," replied Wordy as I guess I must have said something, "and I was just shocked that you shot me…couldn't wrap my head quite around it but look I'm fine. Still in one piece and not damaged minus a bruise." I noticed that Wordy had added a smile to what he said as I just looked at him wanting to close my eyes again and did so.

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