Time had passed until there were just five minutes left until Sam had to take her next dose of Vicodin. Carly sat patiently with her friend as she slept on the couch. The brunette girl was watching the early morning news when she felt Sam start to move her legs around on her lap.
"Sam?" Carly asked quietly as her friend slowly opened her eyes. Sam looked around for a moment in a daze.
"Mmm.....have to go..bathroom..." She moaned, slowly sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Need help?" Carly asked as she watched her friend move her legs off of her and put her feet to the floor. Sam closed her eyes and shook her head softly.
"No.." She answered, keeping the conversation short.
"Alright." Carly replied gently as she watched her friend get up off the couch and walk lazily towards Spencer's bathroom. By now she was used to Sam waking up in a zombie-like state ever since they got home from the hospital and other than the small mishap in her room, she knew her friend was half asleep every time and in no mood to talk. Carly respected this. She also understood that all Sam wanted to do when she woke up was use the bathroom, take a pill, and go back to bed....that is if she wasn't puking. Carly sat patiently on the couch, waiting for her friend to come back.
Meanwhile, as the blond girl hobbled into the small hallway that led to Spencer's bathroom, she met up with him as he was on his way over to the living room to get her next dose of Vicodin ready.
"Hey Sam." He smiled.
"Hi...going to use bathroom.." She mumbled once again, her eyes half closed as she yawned.
"Right on time I see." He smiled as he stepped to the side to let her pass by. Spencer was thankful that the girl had been conveniently waking up to use the restroom at practically the exact times she needed to take her medicine because he would have felt rude waking her up himself. He couldn't help but smile as he was happy that, for once, Sam made something easy. With a chuckle he continued on his way to the living room.
"Hey Carly." Spencer smiled as he walked in. Carly turned her head around as she glanced behind the couch.
"Oh, hey Spencer. Time for the next pill?" She asked.
"Mhm." He nodded as he walked over to the counter.
"I figured..." Carly let off a small laugh. "..since Sam woke up and all." She chuckled, having noticed her friend's synchronization with the timing as well.
"Yeah, lucky for us, huh?" He looked over at his little sister with a smile as he retrieved the pill bottle out of the bag.
During this, Sam had finished up in the bathroom and was once again washing her hands in the sink. She glanced up at the mirror and looked at her face, letting off a small sigh as she noticed how pale her skin was. And not only did she look like crap, but she felt ten times worse.
"My head feels so messed up..." She moaned, closing her eyes. 'What is doing this to me..?' She thought tiredly, trying to think of a rational explanation for her behavior. She could tell she was acting like an unemotional robot, especially when speaking to Carly and Spencer just now, but there was something clouding up her mind that seemed to sap her of her personality. It was as if she barely had any emotions, and she felt bad when talking to her best friend because she knew Carly was trying to help her out. Sam hoped her friend wasn't insulted when all she could say in response during the conversation were one or two fragmented words that made it seem as though she didn't care, even though she greatly appreciated her friend's kindness. Sam sighed tiredly. She hated this feeling since it was basically out of her control. And the fact that she was lightheaded and incredibly nauseous on top of it all made her even more miserable. 'At least my stomach doesn't hurt..' She thought as she placed a hand over her incision. 'But I still feel bad...' She had to pause for a moment as the nausea started getting worse.
"Real bad!" She moaned as she had to scurry back over to the toilet and kneel down. She quickly raised the lid back up and leaned in to puke. After coughing up a few more mouthfuls of liquid, she sat up and wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand as she pushed down on the handle of the toilet to flush it. With a sigh, she stood back up and saw herself in the mirror again.
"This sucks.." She moaned to her reflection.
Back in the living room, Spencer had placed the next pill of Vicodin alongside a glass of water on the small table in front of the couch for Sam to take when she came back. He was currently standing in the kitchen next to the toaster as it heated up a piece of bread for his patient to eat with her medication. Carly was still sitting on the couch when she looked over and noticed her friend walk back into the room.
"Hey Sam.." She greeted her gently. The sick girl gave no response as she walked back over to the couch and sat down slowly. "You ok?" Carly asked, noticing she looked extremely ill, even more so than usual.
"Meh.." Sam shrugged, staring off into space, as if she wasn't really listening, even though she was but was too tired to form words. Carly cocked her eyebrow as she scooted over closer and gently put the back of her hand against her friend's forehead. Sam sighed in comfort at she felt her Carly's cooler hand against her skin.
"Spencer.." Carly stated quietly as her brother was now placing the piece of toast on a plate. He turned around in the kitchen to look at her.
"Yeah little sis?" He asked.
"I think she's got a fever.." She stated worriedly.
"Fever?" Spencer asked as he walked through the kitchen with the plate of toast in hand and back over to the couch. He set the plate down on the table and made his way over to Sam's other side and bent down to check her for himself. She closed her eyes as she felt him put the back of his hand on her forehead just as Carly did before. "Hmm, you're right, she does seem a bit warm." He murmured as he stood back up and put a fist to his chin in thought.
"What do we do?" Carly asked nervously as she saw Sam open her eyes back up and continue to stare into space lifelessly.
"Well, the doctor did say low grade fevers are normal after an appendectomy, but he also said that if one gets any higher than 101 degrees, we should call his office. I'm going to get the thermometer." Spencer explained as he made his way towards his bathroom. "While I do that, you make sure she takes her medicine." He called back.
"Alright." Carly responded as she watched her brother leave the room. She then looked back over at her friend. "Hey.." Carly stated gently, putting her hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Hmm?" Sam asked softly, looking at her best friend.
"You have to take this ok?" Carly spoke softly as she held up the small pill.
"Kay.." Sam replied unemotionally without a fuss, holding out her hand. Carly placed the pill into her friend's palm and then reached over and picked up the glass of water from the table. She watched as Sam put the pill into her mouth before handing her the drink. Carly stayed by her friend's side as Sam rose the glass to her mouth and finished sipping the water down.
"Done?" Carly asked gently as Sam nodded her head weakly, handing her back the empty glass. "Alright." Carly smiled as she took the cup from her friend and stood up. "I'm going to go and get you a cool towel to put on your forehead, ok?" She stated as Sam nodded again, not wanting to talk. "Now try to eat a bit of that toast, but don't force too much. The doctor said to take your pill with some food, but we don't want you getting sick again." Carly stated softly as she pointed to the plate on the table. Sam looked down at it and felt her stomach churn.
"Alright.." The girl moaned hesitantly, picking up the piece of bread. Carly was satisfied by her answer and turned around and started to walk towards the kitchen. As her friend walked away, Sam glanced over to her right and noticed that Carly was now preoccupied with her current task of finding a hand towel. The blond girl then snuck a quick glance over to her left to make sure Spencer wasn't there either. With a sigh, Sam looked back at the piece of toast in her hands, feeling her stomach roll over in nausea.
'I think it's these cruddy painkillers that are making me feel like a sick robot...' Sam thought to herself tiredly, having figured this out back in the bathroom when she was puking her guts out despite her incision not erupting in pain. While it was true that the Vicodin was doing it's job, as it had dulled down the pain in her abdomen, it came with an awful price. Sam realized that these pills were sapping her personality, making her emotionally distant. And the fact that they made her want to vomit at the sight of food was a pretty awful side effect too.
'The only time I've felt right these past few days was when I came back home from the hospital.....when the painkillers were wearing off. Before I took the Vicodin...." She let out an exasperated sigh, trying to think. 'I mean, yeah I hurt a bit, but at least I was myself..' She thought tiredly, remembering that she was happy while talking with Carly and Freddie and could eat her applesauce without puking. 'That's probably why I felt dizzy and sick at the hospital too..' Sam moaned, glancing down at her arm where the IV was pumping painkillers into her.
'So what do I do?' She tried to think of her options. At this point she wasn't sure which was worse. The pain, or not feeling right mentally. With a small sigh, the blond girl glanced back around the room once more to make sure no one was looking. She quickly deduced by the sound of running water that Carly had to be standing over by the sink now, wetting a towel. This meant that her best friend was unable to see into the living room for the moment. Sam also noted that Spencer was still in his bathroom getting the thermometer set up, so there was no one around to see what she was about to do. Satisfied that the coast was clear, Sam looked back down at her hand and gently placed two fingers into her mouth. She felt around under her tongue for a moment until she pulled her hand back out. With a sigh, she looked down at it.
'I'd rather deal with the pain then this garbage..' She thought, glancing down at the spit covered Vicodin pill resting in her palm.
Hmmm...so Sam faked taking her Vicodin and spit it back out. What will happen because of this? Stay tuned... since I need to write it out. xD
(Oh, and a quick little side note to Veeanna! Here's how I'd write that sentence to make it flow a bit better!)
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"Carly had to shut the door after Sam came in since her friend didn't feel bothered to close it."
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"Carly shut the door after Sam came in since her friend didn't bother to close it."
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Hope that helps you out. =)
