Chapter 25 The Hospital


It didn't look good for Sam. She lay motionless underneath the big UPS truck. The distraught driver nervously called 911 for an ambulance and then jumped to the ground and looked underneath the truck to see if her body was clear of the tires. When he saw that she was in the center of the truck, he moved it backwards, to give the emergency workers access to her body when they arrived.

Within a couple of minutes the outside of the Plaza was swarming with police and emergency workers. The noise and overall ruckus got the attention of Lewbert, who as usual, went out to investigate.

He walked up to the nearest bystander, a middle aged woman, and asked, "What's going on out here, did some drunk get killed?"

"No, it's a young girl. She got hit crossing the road but I don't know how serious she's hurt."

"Sounds like some dummy to me," he said, as he walked over to get a look at the body.

When Lewbert looked down at the bleeding body, his face turned white.

"Holy shit…that's Sam….the chicken who's always hanging around upstairs!"

The nearest police officer heard Lewbert and quickly asked him for her identity. Lewbert told him what he knew and then hurried back into the Plaza and ran up to Freddie's apartment. He banged on the door with both fists. "Open up Benson…you're friend is hurt!"

Freddie had finished positioning Carly and Melanie on the floor when he heard Lewbert's knocks. "What the fuck," he thought, as he walked over and opened the door.

"Oh, it's you......What's up Lewbert?"

"It's your friend….Sam…she's had an accident."

"What!...…What do you mean?"

"She got ran over..…big time…...there's blood…....she looks dead!"

Lewbert wasn't the best at delivering bad news and his blunt report was too much for Freddie to handle. The physiological impact triggered his gag mechanism and Freddie bent over and emptied the contents of his stomach at Lewbert's feet.

"Oh God….I just bought these shoes….a month ago…..they're almost new!"

"I'm sorry Lewbert….I couldn't help it."

Lewbert thought about talking more shit to Freddie, but he knew this was a real emergency, and while he acted insane….he really wasn't that bad of a guy. He was just really, really, pissed at the world….And in need of a good shower.

"Ah shit," go on down and check on your friend….you can clean up this mess later!"


Freddie took a few deep breaths and then raced down the steps to the ground floor. He feared that Sam had been killed, and as he passed each floor, his fear grew more intense. When he ran outside of the Plaza he saw the street filled with several emergency vehicles and a huge crowd watching the EMT's put a motionless body onto a stretcher.

"Oh God," he said, as he recognized the girl on the stretcher as Sam.

He pushed his way through the crowd and ran up to the ambulance just as it pulled away.

He began to cry as he watched the ambulance sped towards the hospital.

"Do you know that girl?" asked a tall policeman.

"Yes sir….she's my girlfriend."

"I need to contact her mother; can you tell me her name and number?"

"Is she alive?" asked Freddie.

"I don't know what her condition is; I've been talking to the driver who ran her over. There isn't too much blood…not for this kind of accident....that's usually a good sign."

"That's a good sign!" Freddie yelled….."That's a shitty way to describe someone's condition. What kind of cop are you? That's the girl I love…........not some crack head!"

"I'm sorry son….I'm used to talking to other cops. I didn't mean to sound heartless. Now….about her mother."

Freddie gave him the name and number of Sam's mother and then ran back into the Plaza.

"Well….is she dead?" Lewbert asked.

"Fuck you Lewbert!" Freddie screamed. "Don't you have any decency at all?"

"Calm down Benson…I'm upset about this myself…..I even cleaned up your puke for you, so you can get right to the hospital."

"I'm sorry, I'm just so scared. I've got to get a hold of Spencer and get him to take me to the hospital."

"Well, when you get to the hospital…..….call me and let me know how she is."

"I will." Said Freddie, as he started running up the steps


When he got to the 8th floor he was light headed and sick feeling. He was hoping for the best but knew that it was very likely that Sam might be seriously hurt or even dead. When he opened his apartment door, he was reminded of his second problem. Carly and Melanie were lying on the living room floor unconscious.

"I don't have time to handle all this!" he screamed.

He felt like he was losing control and he began to take slow deep breaths. He had seen people in movies do it and it always seemed to work.

Freddie was beginning to regain control of his emotions, and his breathing, when Spencer stuck his head through the doorway. In his most Spencerish tone he said, "hey Freddo!"

"Spencer!" Freddie said. "I was about to call you…...it's an emergency…...Sam's hurt!"

Spencer walked into the apartment. "What's wrong with Sam?" He asked.

"She…..She got hit by a truck."

"A truck!...No way!"

Spencer looked across the room and noticed Carly and Melanie lying on the floor. "What's up with them? Are they asleep?"

"No, they are sort of …..Knocked out."

Spencer began to breath fast and his hyperactivity went into full power. "Knocked out….what happened?....Who did it?........Are they OK?"

Freddie reached out and grabbed him by both arms. "They aren't as badly hurt as Sam………but they aren't exactly OK. I don't know much…..I found them like this about 10 minutes ago."

"Oh shit," Spencer said as he ran over and checked on Carly. "Damn…her face is really fucked up….she looks like that girl from the Exorcist!"

After giving both girls a quick look over, he suggested sending them to the hospital too. "I think they both have concussions….it's best to be safe than sorry," he said.

"I guess you're right," said Freddie.

Spencer pulled out his phone. "I'll call the ambulance. You go over to Carly's room and get some things for the hospital. Do you know where she keeps her gym bag?"

"Sure."

"Well, run over to her room and throw in some clean underwear and a change of clothes…… and…you…. know……. her girly stuff."

"I'm on it!" Freddie said.


Freddie made his way to Carly's bedroom faster than he ever had. The gym bag was in her closet. He grabbed it and quickly scurried around her room filling it with the stuff she would need for an overnight at the hospital. He also threw in some things for Melanie. He figured that since Carly had eaten her pussy, she wouldn't mind if Melanie wore her underwear.

He was about to leave when he noticed a black book lying on the floor. He recognized it as the one from his ghost world experience. He picked it up and opened it. There was only about 5 pages had writing….the rest of the book was blank. The five written pages, however, contained some very disturbing material………….material that Freddie had to destroy.

"What a dumbass," he thought, "who but a nut would write all this shit down?"

He knew what he had to do. The crazy shit had to go. It was his good fortune that Spencer had asked him to come over here. He could only imagine what the repercussions would have been had Spencer found the book instead of him.

"All this has to go" he said, as he tore the incriminating pages from Carly's wicked book. He then folded the five pages and shoved them into his back pocket. "I'll put you into the shredder," he said…."And there will be no record of what I've done or what she's done."


When Freddie opened the apartment door, there was a couple of EMT's taking Carly and Melanie out of his apartment on stretchers.

The EMT in charge turned to Freddie. "I talked with Mr. Shay but since the girls were in your apartment, I need to also ask you what happened here?"

Freddie thought for a second and then decided to tell as little as he could get by with.

"Well, I was about to go to the Groovie Smoothie and when I opened the door I found both of them knocked out on the floor."

The EMT looked puzzled. "Why did you take them into your apartment?"

Freddie didn't miss a beat. He was becoming a very skilled liar. "Well, they're both my friends and I wanted to put them on something softer than the floor out here…….I wanted to make them as comfortable as possible. You know, so they wouldn't have sore necks when they woke up."

"Well…you shouldn't have moved them….what if their necks had been broken…you might have killed one or both of them."

Freddie threw up his arms. "OK.…I screwed up!...But this is my first emergency…I didn't know exactly what to do and I thought I was helping them."

"Well…that was a stupid thing to do," said the EMT as he walked off…"Next time call 911 and don't move anybody."


Freddie stared at the smart ass EMT as he walked around the corner. As soon as he disappeared, his thoughts returned to the girls. All three of his women were now going to be in the hospital. He wasn't that concerned about Melanie or Carly. He knew that they had probably fainted when Sam started beating them and that they were pretty much OK. Sam, on the other hand, was probably in really bad shape…..and he was worried that she might not even be alive.

"Come on Freddie" Spencer said. Let's get to the hospital.

Freddie and Spencer started walking down the steps to the parking garage. They didn't say anything on the way down. Freddie was thinking about Sam and how much he wanted to make up for his horrible conduct.

"This is my fault," he thought. "If I hadn't been so selfish….so bastardly…so horny………none of this would have happened. If Sam dies…..I want to die too…..I don't deserve to live."

They walked down two flights of steps in silence before Spencer asked the question that had been on his mind ever since he walked into Freddie's apartment.

"Freddie…….Did Sam beat up Carly and Melanie?"

"I don't know……..I don't know why she would." He answered.

"You're right….Maybe some vagabond tried to bum money from them and it ended in a fight," Spencer said.

"Maybe," Freddie replied "It's hard to say……Seattle is turning into a shitty place…..there's more and more crime every day."

They continued down the stairs in silence. It wasn't long till they reached the parking garage.

The two walked over to Spencer's car, a 1973 Mustang. Spencer unlocked the passenger side and then walked around to the driver's side. As they both sat down, Spencer noticed that the 16 year old looked pasty and sick.

"Don't worry Freddie…the girls will be OK."

"I hope so Spencer…….because I love all three of them."

"You mean…. they are like sisters to you?"

"Well…not exactly….I mean….especially Sam….I'm in love with her….and she loves me too…..Well, she did……for awhile anyway."

Spencer didn't ask Freddie for any details about what he had just said. It was the wrong time to talk about such things. He would let Freddie be the one to decide when he was ready to talk; for now, he would just keep his mouth shut about the subject. It seemed an impossible thing, but for the first time in his life, Spencer was able to keep quiet.

Spencer started the car and drove out of the parking garage. The red light at the end of the street seemed to take forever to change but within a minute or so the light turned green and he turned onto the highway. Traffic was pretty bad this time of day, but the hospital was only five miles away, and it would only be a few minutes before they would find out about Sam's condition. Getting hit by a truck was almost always fatal and he was worried that the accident had either turned her into a vegetable or killed her. There was no way around it….the news would probably be shitty.


The closer they got to the hospital, the more anxious Freddie became. His insides felt as if they were being twisted into knots and his heart was beating with heavy thumps against his chest. He had an ominous feeling that Sam was dead. He couldn't stop thinking that she had been killed. "How could she not be dead?" he thought to himself, "those UPS trucks are massive and they always go faster than the speed limit. She just couldn't live after being hit….she just couldn't."

"Well…..there is the Emergency Room entrance," Spencer said, as he drove up to the hospital parking lot.

"Spencer………I have this horrible feeling that Sam's dead."

"Don't start thinking like that now Freddie….It doesn't do you any good, and since we don't know what the situation is, it doesn't make any sense to expect the worst."

"I guess you're right," Freddie said.

Spencer tried to sound as calm as possible but inside, he too was worried that Sam was dead.

"OK Freddie…….Let's go in and find out how she is………….And remember, whatever happens I'm here for you."

Freddie's throat tightened and his body began to shake as he tried to get out of the car. "I can't stand up Spencer….I'm too scared."

Spencer opened his door, stood up, and then walked around to Freddie and helped him out of the car.

"Remember Freddie…………..Whatever we find out……….we can get through it together."

"I know Spencer……but I love her and I just know that she's dead."


The walk to the ER front door was the worst torture that Freddie had ever experienced. As he reached for the handle, his anxiety soared to new levels. He wanted to run away and hide; if he didn't go into the hospital, he wouldn't have to know that Sam was dead. It would be easier for him to go through life without seeing her lifeless body. Even though he wanted to run....he couldn't turn away….he had to see her…..he had to know for sure if she was truly dead.

As he and Spencer walked into the ER, Freddie's mother ran up to him, and grabbed both his shoulders.

"Freddie," she said…….. "I'm so sorry……..I've got bad news……Some very bad news!"