}{~Seas of Change~}{
~Turk's POV~
I look over at Sam again and try to answer her. I wasn't really sure what I was seeing. I didn't even remember seeing her hit her head. Then again I was trying to drive a van full of people. I look over at Virgil, meeting his gaze.
"Virg, do you have a napkin or something?" I ask and take a quick look out the windshield to make sure we wouldn't crash into anything. I then look back at my brother and wait for him to look around.
"No." Virgil replies without looking and I can feel my blood boil.
"Virg would...would you at least look!" I snap and slam my hands on the steering wheel. I shake my head and look back out the windshield, growling under my breath. This wasn't the time for Virgil to be acting like this. I look back over at him and watch as he pats himself down. I snap my fingers at him to try and hurry him up, "Come on Virgil! Anything! Let's go!"
"I'm looking! Give me a second!" Virgil pats himself again and then starts looking in his pants' pockets, searching for 'anything'. He moves to his jacket and pulls one side of the jacket, reaching into the inner pockets. He pulls out the small pack of travel tissues and shows me, "All I have is a pack of old tissues."
"What the Hell is going on!" Danny shouts again I shake my head. I look back down at Sam and watch her shrug her shoulder's in reply to him.
"What's wrong Turk?" She asks me again and then looks between me and Virgil for an answer. I look back at the road and then glance at her again, nodding my head towards her to try and get her to understand.
"Your head's bleeding pretty good." I explain and watch as she narrows her blue eyes at me. I could tell she didn't believe me.
"What?" She asks with a small laugh, "My head's fine Turk. It's just a bump."
I watch as she touches her head where I saw the crusting blood stain her blonde hair. Slowly her eyes narrow in honest suspicion at what was in her hair and pressed further through it hair. She pulls her hand away and looks at the crimson liquid on her fingers. She just stares at it as if she had never seen it before.
"Sam? What's wrong?" Virgil asks as I look back out at the road. He leans over her to try and look her in the eyes, but then looks to me for an explanation. He places a hand on her shoulder, but she only closes her eyes and swallows hard.
"Sweetheart, you alright?" I ask, noticing her look. Her hands begin to shake slightly and I feel panic build up within me, "Sam? Samantha...? Danny, somethings wrong with Sam!"
I hear shuffling and know that Danny has moved from his seat. I can't look back that far because I was driving and try to look in the rear view mirror. It doesn't help any.
"Sam? You alright?" Danny asks and again she ignores everything around her, "Whose blood is this?"
Sam opens her eyes and looks down at their hands. I see her start to sway back and forth slightly as she continues to stare at the blood on her fingers. I know that Danny is kneeling in front of her and trying to get her to look at him, but she just ignores him and continues to stare at the blood like she was in a trance.
I had no idea what was wrong with her. The minute I mentioned blood she suddenly froze up like she had just seen a guy shot down in front of her. I look back at the road again and ponder whether or not to pull over. I really wanted to or to drive to a hospital, but that would be suspicious.
"Sam no! Stay awake!" Danny calls out as I look back from the road again, nearly turning fully in my seat to see what had happened. Sam falls to the left and into Virgil's seat, unconscious. I feel my heart stop and grip the steering wheel tighter till my knuckles turn white.
"Danny, should I stop!" I call out and look back at the road before the van. I really wanted to stop and now I really wanted to get her to a hospital, whether or not it looked suspicious. I didn't care.
"No, keep driving!" Danny yells back at me and takes Sam's head in his hands, "Sam?"
"I think we should stop! Or at least go to a hospital!" I call back and spot Danny tap Sam's cheeks to try and wake her, but she stays unconscious. Something was wrong. How had the blood started? Had she hit her head on something and when? I look back at the road again and shake my head, "Danny, I think we should-"
"No! We have to get out of here! Get us back to Vegas!" Danny shouts back and tries to keep her still with the motion of the van sending her back and forth, "How did this happen!"
"I don't know!" I call back and try to steady my breathing. I feel angry, more then angry. I had no idea how it had happened and I wished to God that I did, "All I saw was her head bleeding!"
"I think she hit her head on the pinch." Virgil speaks up and points to the pinch sitting in the back of the van, "She seemed alright though."
"Why'd she pass out like that?" I ask, trying to keep myself from looking down at her unconscious form.
"I dunno, maybe the fact you slammed her head into that thing!" Virgil yells at me. I look over at him and feel anger surge through me till it burned through my veins.
"I did!" I shout and look back at the road for a moment before looking back at him.
"You slammed on the brakes and she went flying into it!" Virgil points back at the pinch.
"Why didn't you hold onto her!"
"I tried, but you drive like a mad man! You always have!"
"Neither of you are 'elpin' her!" Basher calls out and moves from beside Yen to kneel beside Danny. He starts to push him out of the way, "Let me see her."
Basher leans over Sam and looks at the back of her head, spotting the crusted blood in her hair. He follows the trail of crusted blood and sees the hem of her shirt was spotted with blood.
"Why did she freeze like that?" Danny asks as he sways on his knees from the rocking of the van. Basher looks over at him a moment and gives a small snort of a sarcastic laugh.
"Come on now." Basher gives a small laugh and stares at him, thinking Danny was joking. Danny stares back and then shrugs his shoulders, awaiting an answer. Basher narrows his eyes at him, "Hemophobia. She 'as Hemophobia Danny. You really didn't know that after all this time?"
I had heard that term before; Hemophobia. At the moment though I wasn't concerned with trying to remember what it meant. I was more concerned with the unconscious girl on the van floor bleeding from the back of her head because I couldn't drive well.
"No." Danny replies and shakes his head a little. I was becoming more and more frustrated by the second. It wasn't important whether or not Danny had known or any of us had known. We had to get her help.
"Would you please shut up and just look at her head! Please!" I shout suddenly and smack the steering wheel with one of my hands.
"Yeah, alright. Don't get your knickers in a twist." Basher replies and looks back down at Sam. He gently moves her hair, exposing the gash that sat there with a stream of blood trailing down beneath her hair and down the back of her neck. Basher looks over the gash and then looks to Virgil, seeing the tissues.
"Give me those tissues." He commands and takes the tissues from Virgil. He rips open the packet and pulls out several of them. He scrunches them together and places it on the back of Sam's head, applying pressure to try and stop the bleeding.
"Is she gonna be alright?" I ask, feeling like Virgil had been right. It was my fault. I should have driven better. I shouldn't have hit the brakes so hard. If I had gone a little slower, stopped a little better, she wouldn't be unconscious and bleeding right now. It was all my fault. I had gotten on Rusty about grabbing her the way he had and now I had done this. Rusty was going to kill me.
"She may 'ave a concussion." Basher starts and pulls the tissues away a little to see the gash, "She's bleedin' pretty well too, but I won't know anythin' for sure till we get to the hotel and clean her up. She'll need stitches. That's for damn sure."
"She's not going to like that very much." Danny comments and runs a hand over his mouth, "She hates needles."
"Especially since she'll 'ave to be awake during it." Basher looks over at Danny for a moment and then back down at Sam. Basher's words make me feel much worse then before. I keep my eyes on the road and grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white again.
"Are you alright?" Virgil asks, noticing my knuckles and the look on my face.
"I'm fine!" I refuse to look at him and pay attention to the road before me. I glance over at Sam from the corner of my eyes and suddenly a dull ache starts in my chest. I turn back to the road keep on driving, "Will she be okay until we get back?"
"Well, if we can wake her up and keep her awake we 'ave a better chance." Basher replies as he tried to keep Sam's head from rocking back and forth.
"Then what are you waiting for! Wake her up!" I yell at them and press on the gas a little more. I was already speeding and anymore was probably a bad idea. The last thing we needed were cops pulling us over. Especially with the pinch in the back, Danny and the others dressed in black, and Sam unconscious in a van with no windows with all men. Very bad idea.
"And how do you suppose I do that?" Basher snaps back and I can feel him glaring at me. I shake my head and try to think of a way, anyway.
"Sam!" I take a quick look back at Sam and then return my gaze to the road. I release my right hand from the steering wheel and place it on her shoulder. I shake her and look back down at her, "Samantha, sweetheart, you have to wake up!"
"Oh yeah, that'll work." Basher scoffs and looks down at Sam. He pulls up one of her eyelids open and calls to her softly to wake up. He pats her cheeks, trying to be careful of the back of her head. I grip the steering wheel with both hands again and shake my head.
"Mhn." The familiar tone causes me to look back at Sam. Her eyes flutter open, heavy and tired. She stares at everyone as though not knowing where she was.
"Sam, you 'ave to stay awake. Giggles. Samantha keep your eyes open." Basher pats her cheeks again to keep her from falling back into unconsciousness. Her head bobs, but Basher keeps her from falling, "Keep your eyes open Sam. Sam...!"
"Robert...sorry...Marcello...oh, my head..." Sam mumbles out as her head sways left and right again within Basher's grasp. She closes her eyes and lets her head hang, "So tired..."
It was easy to tell that she was fighting the urge to fall into unconsciousness again, but she soon loses and falls limp in Basher's arms. I feel useless. All I could do was drive the damn van and pray that Sam would be alright after the three hour car ride back to Las Vegas.