Much to everyone's surprise, Barb didn't really care about the car being destroyed. She was more so worried about Samantha.

"Don't worry, sweetie, momma's gonna fix you right up." Barb whistled as she got the first aid kit out.

"Shouldn't we take her to a hospital?" Lance asked, helping Sam into a near-by chair in the kitchen.

"Nonsense, I was a nurse once." Barb went on with her long story about being a 'war' nurse, leaving everyone wondering why she was only a nurse 'once. The answer to that question actually came pretty quickly.

"Sam, hold still!" Barb argued as she tried wrapping up the girl's ankle.

"Mom! Stop! I think it's broken." Sam kept trying to pull her ankle away.

"Sam, I know a sprain when I see one." Barb tried to reason.

Lance knelt next to Sam and picked up her ankle. It was pretty obvious that this was more than just a sprain.

"It's broken, we have to splint it." Lance tried remembering some of the first aid he had learned back on Galaluna.

"It's not broken."

"Is so."

"Is not."

"Barb, maybe we should just take her to a hospital so a doctor can tell us." Newton tried to reason, but Barb being Barb, would be stubborn.

"Oh please, I think I would know what a break looked like." Barb folded her arms, and sat on her heels.

"Well, what does Samantha think we should do?" Illana asked, putting an arm around the girl, who immediately flinched.

"Hospital!" The girl said quickly.

It took a lot of persuading (arguing) to get Barb to agree, but she finally gave in. Lance picked Samantha up bridal style again and carried her to her mother's van. Once everyone was settled in, Barb drove off to the hospital.

It was a pretty awkward drive, with Barb constantly mumbling about how she knew what she was doing and it was just a sprain. Nobody would try to argue with her, that was straight up suicide right there.

Somewhere along the way, Samantha had been in so much pain she couldn't sit straight. She laid her head on Lance's lap and tried to close her eyes. Lance didn't seem to notice this, and started absent-mindedly stroking the girl's hair.

"Are we there yet?" Lance asked every so often.

"No, not yet." Barb growled, making yet another sharp turn.

Lance shook his head and looked down at Sam. In any other circumstance, had she put her head on his lap, Lance would think of every excuse for her to move away from him, but today, he made an exception.

"How you holding up, Sam?" Lance was trying to keep her distracted.

"I'll be alright." She groaned.

"Um...So how are we gonna explain this to the doctor." Lance joked.

Samantha shrugged, "Freak bike accident."

"Rabid clown?"

"Mosh pit."

"That actually makes sense, I'd believe that." Lance commented.

"No! We are telling them what really happened, no crazy stories." Illana argued.

"I don't want any stupid doctor thinking my daughter is involved in mosh pits!" Barb added, making one last sharp turn, pulling into the hospital.

It wasn't long until the doctor had a diagnosis of a broken ankle, two cracked ribs, a mild concussion, and a sprain wrist.

"See, I told you she had a sprain." Barb folded her arms.

Everyone, even the doctor rolled their eyes.

"What was she doing anyway?"

"Mosh pit." Lance and Samantha slowly commented at the same time.

Barb and Illana didn't even have time to yell at them, the doctor absorbed the lie quickly and nodded, "Be careful next time, ya crazy kids." He shook his head before leaving the room.

Samantha's injuries were all tended to, and the five went back to Barb's house. Once Samantha was situated in bed, Lance finally got to ask her something very important.

"Hey, can I sign your cast?"

Samantha looked up at him, "Sure, be careful though, it still hurts."

She reached for a sharpie on her nightstand, but Lance made her lay down again.

"I got it." He picked up the sharpie and signed the cast as carefully as he could.

"You didn't spell 'soon' right." Samantha examined the signature.

"I didn't?" Lance looked at it again.

"Gotcha!" Samantha exclaimed.

"What?"

"Never mind." Samantha stretched her arms out, "Gonna be kinda boring, you know, having to stay in bed all day."

"I could stay here with you." Lance volunteered.

"You would?"

"Sure, after all, we could finally finished that CD."

And so it was decided, Lance would come everyday after school until Samantha got better.