A/N: Not mine. The plot and a few characters are. That's it.
Emily is not in my story. Sam has imprinted with… can you guess? Gabriella! He has been since the beginning.
Review PLEASE! I don't know if I'm doing good or not. Please!
Oh and this is a SamOC. Sorry about any confusion! Sam is 20 and Gabriella is 16 cause her and Quil are twins.
Chapter 12
I drifted in and out of conciseness. I remember hearing voices and people talking to me and poking me, but other than that nothing. When I woke up, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a hospital room, the walls totally white. I lifted my arm to find an IV in it and there was a soft beeping sound, monitoring my heart. I looked to my left to see Sam asleep in a chair, Quil and my dad sitting on the floor, my mom sitting in another chair and the rest of the pack strewn across the room in various places, all asleep. I stretched as far as I could and barely touched Sam's arm.
"Sam?" I whispered.
He opened his eyes and then grabbed my hand, holding it tight.
"What happened? I thought werewolves healed fast?" I asked.
"Not you. You're special." He said, smiling.
"I knew that." I smiled back at him. "So what's wrong with me?"
"Well, Dr. Cullen-" he began.
"Cullen?" I asked loudly.
"Yes. He's the only doctor I knew that wouldn't ask questions about your high temperature. He said that you have, in all, five cracked ribs and you hit your head pretty hard." Sam explained.
"So that's the reason for all the beeping." I said, nodding.
He laughed. "Yeah."
The door opened and in walked a young blonde doctor.
"I'm glad that you're awake, Miss Ateara. I am Dr. Cullen." He said.
I nodded at him. Once he started talking, everyone started waking up. They all came towards me but I stopped them, waving at Dr. Cullen to continue.
"So what's wrong with me and when can I go home, doc?" I asked.
He chuckled.
"Well, you can go home now. Just be easy on those ribs. You're lucky you didn't lose the baby." He said.
I blinked.
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
He started to repeat himself but I stopped him.
"You… you said something about a baby. I'm not pregnant." I said.
"Yes my dear, yes you are." He said and I fainted.