Freddie's POV
Sam sat in her bed, just staring out the window with broken eyes. No light poured in from the window, because of the rain. It wasn't a soft gentle rain or a robust storm. It was just dreary. The sky had been dark and saddening ever since Sam tried to walk, which had been three days ago. I was beginning to hate the rain.
The doctor told us that Sam's skin had already thin from the burns, so when they broke, it ripped the skin. She had already lost too much blood from the allergic reaction and due to this, she may have had hallucinations. This entire expericence had a toll on my beautiful little demon.
Sam's legs were in the worst possible condition and without a special recovery procedure, she would be crippled forever. The good news was they had the procedure in Seattle. The bad news was it would cost 60,000 dollars. Carly and I both knew Sam didn't have the money for that. This would destroy Sam's plan to move out. Everything in our lives had gone wrong since the first night at the beach.
Dark circles rimmed Sam's bloodshot eyes. Her pale, empty face haunted me. She hadn't spoken a word since the accident. Sam wouldn't eat the food the nurses brought her. She didn't smile and rarely slept. Sam just laid in her bed,a mess of bandages and blood, emotionless and mute.
"Freddifer." I heard someone whisper. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I looked down at Sam. She looked down at her hands, tears forming in her blue eyes. I stared at her. After three days of total silence, she spoke. What surprised me most was I was the first to hear her voice. I thought she would talk to Carly before me.
"Freddie, I can't do this." Her eyebrows knoted in anger. "I won't be able to pay for physical therapy, I can't work, I can't even chizzin' walk!" She said in a dry, cracked voice of frustration. She sunk back into her pillow with a groan.
"How am I going to pay for my house? I can't go back to living with my mom. I can't." She said, her voice cracking every few words as she sniffled.
"It'll be alright, Sam. We'll manage somehow." I said, wiping away a few tears on her cheek with my thumb.
"Frednub, have I ever told why I don't want to live with my mom anymore?" Sam asked.
"Because she's a nut, almost as bad as mine." I said. I wasn't really sure where this conversation was going, but at least Sam was speaking.
"But have I told you why she's like that?" Sam asked as she played with her bandages.
"Not that I remember. And don't play with your bandages!"I said, stressing my mind to remember everything about Pam Puckett.
Sam sighed and said " I guess ...I should tell you." Her face fell as she said this. A few tears started to streak down her face. Her shoulders trembled a little. She shuddered as she tried to compose her self.
"Sam, you don't have to tell me." I said bending down so that our faces were on level. I took her hand and smiled at her.
Sam weakly smiled back and said, "I'm sorry Fredfreak. I'm scared you'll think I'm an idiot if I tell you. Ha, Imagine that! Sam Puckett being to scared to do something!"
She laughed a little. It was good to hear her laugh. A little sparkle of life flickered in her beautiful blue eyes.
"That's my Sammy." I stretched out a little and kissed her on the cheek. A little tingle rushed through me as Sam blushed a shade of red roses would envy. She lightly slapped me with her good arm.
"What was that for?" I said grinning like a fool.
"For calling me Sammy."Sam said with an flash of her pearly whites.
A/N: This isn't only going to be about the beach trip just do you guys know. I'm planing on making this a very long story. I've got a lot more planned than just the trip. RBL xXx :D
I'm so sorry I haven't updated in months! I know...another filler chapter and you've waited so long. Sorry guys. Thanks for all the reviews and support on this story!