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Freddie's POV

My hands shook as I held the bottle of bleach in my hands. I watched as Ross got everything ready and nodded at me when he was finally ready to stitch up the wound. I gently put the plastic bottle on the nightstand which was occupied with first aid kit, including bandages, a big needle and some other stuff that I didn't recognize. How can Ross do this so well? I don't even know what the stuff is called!

I noticed how Ross knelt beside the still unconscious Sam and took out what looked like a very clean cloth. He unscrewed the cap on the bottle and pressed the cloth against the top, tipping it upside down to let the bleach soak up the cloth. After that I took the bottle and put it back on the nightstand, closing it. Next, I went over to the other side of the bed and knelt down, taking Sam's hand in mine gently and kissing it.

Suddenly, I felt Sam twitch a little and looked up at her, widening my eyes. Then I realised that Ross has already pressed the cloth to her wound. Ouch. By now, Sam opened her eyes half way through and started whimpering.

"It's okay, baby… shhh…." I comforted her and stroked her hair. She looked into my eyes as soon as she saw me.

"It stings.."

"I know… you have to be brave for a while… we need to disinfect your wound." I told her matter-of-factly.

"But… ugh!" She groaned and arched her back in an attempt to move her leg away from Ross, but he had a strong grip and didn't let go.

"Shhhh…" I calmed her down. I was so glad she woke up. But now is the tricky bit. Calming her down. She probably has a head ache, she just lost about a gallon of blood and now she has to deal with some police officer pouring bleach over her wound. I have no idea how she can take it anymore. She doesn't even have enough strength to scream from the pain! That's why all she's doing in squeezing my hand ever so lightly and groaning softly. If I didn't know what was going on, I'd probably think that she was having a bad dream.

Finally, Ross nodded to himself and tossed the blood-stained cloth into the trash. Sam seemed to sigh in relief and closed her eyes. "Okay, now I need to stitch it up." Ross tried to say quietly so that Sam couldn't hear, but it didn't work.

"What?!" She whimpered. "Stitch it up?!" Her voice was a little higher than a whisper. Her head then turned to me. "Freddie, tell him!"

I sighed and looked at Ross. He gave me a look. I looked back at Sam in sympathy. "Baby, we have to… it will be better for you, I promise." I said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. As though I had superpowers, she began crying quietly. "Aww, baby…"

"I don't want to…" She cried quietly. I shock my head again and opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say a word, Ross butted in.

"Look, Sam…" He stood up and came around the bed, knelt down near her head and admired her carefully. Then he began talking. I couldn't hear any word he said but in between their "conversation" I heard Sam's low whimpering, which was quickly recovered by a nod. I raised my eyebrow as Ross stood up and went back to her leg. I leaned in slowly to speak to Ross.

"You convinced her?" I asked, obviously very surprised.

"Yeah…" He nodded slowly and began to get the needle ready. My jaw dropped open.

"H-How? She… she didn't want to-"

"Freddie, I convinced her, okay? Don't worry about it." As we talked, we kept our tone very quiet to make sure that Sam didn't hear any of it. It wasn't a secret we were keeping from her or anything, it just felt wrong to talk behind her back. She would take it the wrong way. She's Sam.

After a while, all the equipment was ready for stitching up the wound and I sighed, looking back at Victor. "You go ahead…" I told Ross. "Take care of Sam. I'll take care of this bastard." I nodded towards Victor and stood up. I could feel that Ross nodded from behind my back. The last time I glanced at Sam, she had her eyes closed. My poor baby… she probably went to sleep again. Just as well, I guess. She'll feel less pain. But there's no way that she's going to feel as much pain as she did before. I won't let that happen again.

I knelt beside the still unconscious Victor and frowned at him. I raised an eyebrow and picked up a bottle of water that just happened to be right next to Victor. I unscrewed the cap and tilted the bottle to the side, spilling all the water onto Victor's head. I watched as his hair got absolutely soaked and little drops of water started dripping down from his chin and nose. As I suspected, he woke up, he looked like he was stoned. His eyes were blurry as I watched them slowly rise up to look into mine. His face was pale. Probably because he was freezing and he didn't eat or drink for so many hours.

"Well, well… what do we do with you now…"

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