Disclaimer: Same as all the other chapters blah blah blah
Another gigantic thank you to those wonderful people who take the time to read and review my story. Ah, the drama, (well hopefully it has some).
Hmmm, on with the story.
Sam turned slowly, and trudged back to Ruthy's apartment to retrieve his trousers. 'Gee, I hope Joon will be able to forgive me, it wasn't supposed
to happen like this' Sam thought sorrowfully. Ruthy looked up from her couch as Sam entered the doorway, his shoulders slumped, his heart on
the floor.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Sam" Ruthy said quietly, patting Sam on the shoulder. Sam went to the tiny cupboard where he had been hiding for the last hour
and pulled on his trousers. "Joon . . . she won't understand!" Sam said softly, looking as if he were close to tears. Ruthy had never felt so rotten in her life - it was her fault, two of her best friends were in so much pain.
"Sam, you should go right over there and try to explain everything." Sam just shook his head "It's no use, I don't think she'll listen". Ruthy pondered for a moment "well, no matter what, you better go over there, when she gets . . . agitated, who knows what he might do!" Sam's usually doe-like eyes widened in horror. Sam dashed back towards their apartment without bothering to pick up his cane. As Sam approached the door. He immediately sensed something was wrong. Sam retreated a few metres and barged the door open. The apartment was slowly filling with a
light grey smoke. 'OH NO, JOON!'
Sam pulled his shirt collar up, so it covered his mouth and nose. Sam courageously made his way through the growing blanket of smoke to find Joon. Sam threw open the door to Joon's art room, where Joon was sitting on the ground, rocking wildly back and forth while murmuring softly to herself. She was facing the opposite direction and didn't hear Sam come in.
"Joon?" Sam cried out panic stricken, ripping the shirt from his face. Joon immediately spun around to face Sam, she glared at him with eyes full of hurt and hatred. Sam gazed apologetically at her, but Joon didn't care. "Leave me alone!" Joon screamed at him.
Sam attempted to look calm, even though their apartment was filling with smoke. "Joon" he started, taking his hat off as he slowly inched towards her. "Uh, do you think we could maybe talk about this outside, where it's not so smoky? Please?" Sam stared intently at her. Joon stood up on slightly wobbly legs and began gesturing wildly as she spoke "What is there to talk about? I saw you . . . with Ruthy . . . WITH NO PANTS ON!!!! - " Joon paused to cough "I've seen you, all week trying to see Ruthy! You lied about - " before Joon could finish her sentence, she collapsed. Sam rushed over to her crumpled body, keeling to pick her up. Sam was beginning to feel a little light-headed, but managed to carry Joon outside. Ruthy looked out of her door "Call the fire brigade - and an ambulance" Sam cried out to Ruthy. She nodded, and rushed to her phone. Sam kicked the front door open and laid Joon on the soft grass out front of their apartment block. Sam gently brushed the hair out of Joon's eyes and began to sob. 'Please be all right, please!' Sam silently prayed.
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When the ambulance arrived, Joon was placed on a stretcher and moved into the ambulance. Sam followed sorrowfully, and sat beside her, holding
her hand. Sam murmured in an inaudible whisper "I'm so sorry Joon. I love you".
Sorry, this one was only a short chapter - probably better for you poor readers, ay? Hope it was all right. I think there are only a few chapters left now . . . *sob - All will be revealed!