Sam's POV:

Something is stuck in my throat and I don't like it at all.

"Don't mess with that Sam," spoke a voice from my left as someone gripped my left wrist. With that I instantly slammed my right hand down hard onto the wrist of the figure's hand gripping mine. The figure instantly released my arm but hollered out.

"Aw…Sam…" stammered the figure. Must know me…can't focus really at the moment just want to get this thing out of my throat.

"Nuh uh…Sam!" stammered another voice as I felt both of my wrists gripped and pushed down onto the bed. I quickly tried to struggle…what was going on.

"Doctor!" stammered the first figure's voice as I continued to try to pull out of the second figure's grip but I wasn't budging at all.

"Sam! Come on Sam open your eyes! It is me, Ed…you have a tube down your throat to help you breathe!" hollered the figure holding me down still. Ed? Could Ed really be the one holding me down? Well, only one way to find out…yes…it is Ed and he looks a bit panicky as he is gripping my wrists as I noticed Pete run in.

"Calm down, Sam. You were having trouble breathing so we had to put you on a ventilator. You are breathing fine now, so I can take it out but you are going to have to calm down. Do you think you can do that?" questioned Pete as I slightly nodded my head his way as I quit struggling against Ed's grasp as I noticed Pete nod to Ed that he could release me as he turned his attention back to me. "Okay, Sam now I am going to need you to cough…now." When he spoke I started to cough as I felt the tube pulled out and I was in a coughing fit as a straw was placed up by my lips as I took a long sip of water. My throat felt funny, but what happened? I mean the last thing I remember is arguing with the team and then nothing.

"What happened?" I questioned as my voice sounded all scratchy as Pete turned and looked at me.

"Try not to talk too much; your throat will be sore for a while. You stopped breathing on us, and we had to shock you to get you back. When you did come back to us you didn't stay with us and we kept losing you. The IV line that you had in is what we determined was causing you difficulties to breathe and the contents of the bag were sent to be tested. I have gotten you all set up with a new bag, but to ease your body with the healing we decided to put you on the ventilation system. However, the only reason I took it out now is because you are awake and the fact that you would have probably pulled it out if Wordy and Ed here wouldn't have been here. Plus, having you pull it out yourself would have caused more harm, and could be disastrous if done incorrectly," replied Pete as I noticed him looking at me sternly as he put the straw back up to my lips then down on the table within arm's reach.

"Here is some ice for your wrist, sir," spoke a nurse in the doorway as I noticed that she was nudging the bag of ice towards Wordy whose right hand was gripping his left wrist.

"Thanks," replied Wordy as he took the ice and placed it on his wrist that didn't look anything but maybe a bit swollen.

"You with us?" questioned Ed as I just turned and looked at him as I realized that I must have zoned out for a bit because Pete and the nurse were no longer in the room and the fact that he had a worried expression on his face.

"The nurse that gave me a new IV bag…she's working or was working with Janice," I spoke trying to ignore the scratchiness of my voice.

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