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Freddie's POV

"Sam! Sam! Sam, look at me!" I yelled at the unconscious Sam in my arms. She fainted. I hope she did. I checked her pulse and her heart rate was a bit slower but still normal for her.

"Stop it! Stop yelling! She can't hear you!" I heard Ross's voice echo through the empty room at me. This made me angry. But he was right. I sighed to myself and held Sam even tighter to my chest in my lap, kissing her forehead. "I'll be right there!"

I saw Victor handcuffed on the floor. Also, he was unconscious. My girl can beat the shit out of him with one leg. I figured she used her leg because of the dints in his face from those sharp heels. I hope he dies before he wakes up. I looked back down at Sam and noticed how injured her face really was. There was a purple-blue bruise all over her left cheek and little cuts across her other cheek. He bottom lip was cut badly and he forehead had a little cut, looking like she hit something sharp with extreme force. If I could I would cry right now, but I can't give up on Sam right now. She's too weak.

Suddenly, Ross came running towards me and took Sam away from my arms. "What are you doing?" I asked him, concerned.

"She's loosing blood." Ross said.

"Yes, I can see that." I rolled my eyes at him and gestured to the belt around Sam's thigh, which I wrapped around her tightly to stop the blood from spilling too much earlier.

"Well, she needs blood! What type are you? Hers is Group A. You need to be the same type to give her blood." Ross said matter-of-factly. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"How do you know what type of blood she has?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Look…" Ross sighed and pulled Sam further into his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. "I knew something like this was going to happen. Did you really think that she wouldn't in any way get injured? This is Victor we're talking about. I took a little sample while she was asleep and checked."

"Dude!" I shouted immediately. But I knew that Ross was right. I couldn't have protected her for a long time. Deep down inside I knew that she'll be hurt in one way, but I never expected her to be this injured. I sighed and nodded when Ross gave me a look. "Yeah… I'm Group A." I answered his previous question.

"Thank you." He picked Sam up in bridal style, her body looking lifeless. I noticed that her hair was wet, along with her leather suit.

It sucked that we couldn't take Sam to the hospital. I was really glad that Ross had a degree in medicine and some experience. I don't know how we would have survived without him.

I watched as Ross disappeared into the dark forest with Sam in his arms, running to the car. Probably running because neither of us knew where the rest of Victor's gang were. Mainly because Sam was loosing too much blood and she needed help as soon as possible.

At that moment I remembered that I was still sat on the floor. I quickly got up and looked down at the unconscious Victor, handcuffed tightly. I had to get him out of here. Someone will find him and tell the cops, if the cops don't find him first. How am I supposed to carry him to the car? He's so much taller than me, which indicated that he was heavy. I sighed and grabbed him by his shirt collar, giving up on the thought of carrying him. My eyes flashed back to the exit and I walked towards it, dragging Victor along with me.

By now it was six in the morning. I gave Sam my blood earlier, which was pretty intense. Ross didn't have much time to set up his equipment so we did it as close to the real version of giving blood as we could. After That, I felt dizzy so I stayed in the car with Sam while Ross put Victor in the trunk of the car. What? You don't expect us to put him in the salon, do you? He's a murdered and a criminal and he can't be near Sam at this moment in time.

Right now we were on our way home. Finally. Sam was laying in my lap, my arms wrapped tightly around her. I had a bandage around my arm from the blood giving earlier. Sam was asleep. She woke up for about five minutes after we gave her blood but then she fell asleep again. I'm going to have to trust Ross on that one because he said that it was a normal side effect. He's the doctor in the group. Not me. She still had my belt tightened around her thigh as we did not have time and the correct equipment to stitch up her wound. Ross said he'd do it when we get home.

I looked down and smiled slightly for the first time in 12 hours. Sam's face was so peaceful. Her light snore escaped from her parted lips as her chest lifted up and then down slowly. I'm so glad that she's alive. It could have been a lot worse.

Then I remembered that Victor was behind me. He was tied up in the trunk, probably still unconscious. The question is… what are we going to do with him when we get home? How are we going to carry him into my home with all the people staring? I can just hope that there are no civilians around.

Ross was in the driver's seat, driving casually along the busy roads in New York. The back windows were darkened, so nobody could see what was going on at the back of the car from outside. I felt my stomach flip from the hunger that haunted it. If I feel like this, then imagine how Sam would feel when she woke up. She had a whole pack of cookies yesterday and hasn't eaten anything ever since. Unless Victor forced her to eat something, which I strongly doubt.

Suddenly, I felt the car stop and looked up to see my flat. Here it goes…

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