Note: This chapter wouldn't be possible if it wasn't for my sister Brittany.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never have.
Chapter Thirty Eight:
--Day 6 Of Hell--
Sam woke up the next day at about noon, she slept surprisingly well. She unzipped the tent and got out, everyone seemed to already be up. Chad - however - was nowhere in sight, Sam sat down next to Gail.
"Where's Chad?" she asked looking around.
"I dunno, some girl came by. I've never seen her before, she was blond about yay high." Gail said holding out her hand putting emphasis on how tall she was. "She was nice though, she didn't seem to know that much about him though."
Sam thought good and hard about who this girl was, it didn't ring any bells to her. But then she finally remembered the girl that Chad wanted to ask out the first day they were there, apparently he saw her again.
"I know who she is, he met her the first day." she finally said making Gail jump.
"Oh really? He hadn't mentioned her."
"Gail have you told her yet?" Donald asked walking over to them.
"Not yet, but thanks for making her wonder." she said swatting at him.
"Tell me what?" she asked looking franticly between the two of them.
"We're leaving tomorrow..."
Gail didn't have the chance to get anything else out before she ran back into the tent, Donald and Gail exchanged questioning looks before she came back with most of her clothes already packed.
"I guess that makes you happy." Donald more noted then asked.
"Yes, very much so. When are we leaving?" Sam asked out of breath.
"Tomorrow, didn't you hear?"
"Son of a..."
"SAM! Don't you dare." her mother interrupted.
"I'm sorry, but that sucks, I wanna leave now."
"Sam, don't whine."
"But mom.."
"Don't throw you're buts at me, go spray down the tent." she said handing her a bottle of Lysol.
"Why? What's wrong with it? Does it have Ebola?"
"No but it stinks, now do what you're told."
"Shouldn't we use air freshener for that?"
"Sam, go." her mother said after taking a deep breath.
Sam grunted back went into the tent, she pulled up her shirt so she could cover her nose, she didn't like the smell of the stuff. It got really quiet both in and outside the tent, she didn't even hear the zipper to the door. When she turned around she noticed that the door was open, and not even two seconds after that there was screaming.
When she turned around she was shocked to see Moe standing behind her, okay more like bent over screaming behind her. Moe was stumbling around holding his head and tripped over the little lip of the door, he fell in the tent but his head was sticking out.
"Oh my God, what happened?" Gail asked running over to him.
"I was spraying this...SHIT and I accidentally sprayed him in the face." Sam explained laughing.
Moe tried getting up but hit his head on the bottom of the picnic bench seat, after composing himself a little better both he and Donald went to flush out his eyes. On their way there he ran into a bunch trees and was just about knocked out by the time they got there.
"Is he going to be alright?" Sam asked following them into the men's room.
"I think he'll be fine, but you need to stay out of here." Donald said looking around.
"It's not like I've never seen one before." she said rolling her eyes and pointing to her stomach.
Moe bent down and smacked his head on the water spigot, when he jerked back he slipped on a puddle on the floor. He layed there in horrible pain, he was drifting in and out of consciousness.
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Moe woke up in a hospital, he looked around and noticed that Sam was the only one there.
"What..happened?" he choked out.
"Well, a LOT happened." she said grinning.
"Where is everyone?"
"They just left to get some coffee, do you want me to go get them?"
"No, how long have I been here?"
"Six hours." she chuckled.
Moe chuckled but was to tired to stay awake, he rolled over and fell back to sleep.
"Has he woken up?" Rose asked coming into the room.
"Uh, nope not yet." Sam said smiling. "I think I'd better leave you two alone, he might wake up for you."
"Alright, well thank you for you're help."
"For what? Putting him in here?"
"You know what I mean."
Sam went into the waiting room and sat down next to Gail, Donald wasn't there for some reason.
"Where'd Don go?" Sam asked.
"He went to get our stuff, we're not going to stay here until tomorrow, we're leaving tonight." Gail said while reading a magazine.
"Why?"
"There's no need for us to stay here."
"Alright."
Sam leaned put her head on Gail's shoulder, she soon fell asleep. As if on cue the elevator doors opened and Donald and Chad stepped out, they each took a seat.
"Did you get everything packed?" Gail whispered.
"Yeah, we're all set to go. How long as she been asleep?" Donald asked.
"She just fell asleep, we'll stay here for a little while."
"I can't believe I had to bring Pamela home so I could sit here and do nothing." Chad whined.
Donald and Gail looked at each other on disbelief, wasn't Chad Moe's friend? Then why was he whining?
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Sam woke up three hours later, when she looked around she noticed everyone else was asleep. Hell even Rose was asleep, but Mikey was nowhere in sight.
She slowly walked to Moe's room, when she looked into his room she thought it cute that Mikey was soundly asleep in the chair next to the bed. She jumped when she saw Moe sitting up reading a magazine.
"You should be sleeping." Sam whispered putting her hands on her hips.
"I slept for eight hours, I don't need anymore." he said setting the magazine down next to himself.
"How long has he been here?"
"I don't know, he was here when I woke up."
"Should I wake him?"
"Don't bother, he'll be fine."
"So, how are you feeling?" she asked claiming up on to his bed.
"Other then the fact my head feels like someone's trying to squeeze it through a key hole, and the fact my eyes feel like I put lemon IN them. I'm pretty good."
"That's great to hear." she said sarcastically. "How long are they keeping you here for?"
"At least until tomorrow mother."
"That was SO funny."
They turned their attention to Mikey when he coughed, he readjusted himself on the chair and turned away from them. They went back to talking, not knowing that Mikey was awake.
"So, do you know what sex the baby is yet?" Moe asked.
"No, I'm not sure I wanna know."
"How can you name it, if you don't know the sex?"
"I'll probably just pick a girl name and a boy name."
"You got any names in mind?"
"I've already picked if it's a boy, but I haven't thought of one if it's a girl."
"Alright, lay it on me."
"No, you'll probably think it's stupid."
"Bullshit, tell me."
"Jason Andrew."
"That's an interesting name."
"What? You don't like the name Jason?"
"Not really, it's to...blah."
"Did you just 'blah' my baby's name?"
"Jason's to common a name, everyone's got it."
"And what would you prefer?"
"I don't know, try thinking ahead."
"And what do you mean by that?"
"How many Jason's are going to be in this kids class when he's like..12."
"He's not even a 'he' yet and you're already thinking about when he's 12?"
"You have to think ahead."
"Alright if you were naming a baby, what would you name it?"
Mikey strained to hear what he was saying, for some odd reason they were talking much quieter then when they started.
"I don't know, how about something like...Steven Michael?"
"Michael? That was a little obvious." Sam scoffed.
"What?"
"What would possess me to name my kid Michael? That's so...duh."
"What do you mean?" he asked laughing.
"The fathers name is Michael, so why the hell not name my kid that? Everyone and their cousin does that."
"Alright fine, no need to jump down my throat."
"Michael is more common then Jason."
"I said alright, geez."
The room got quiet, really quiet. Neither one of them knew what to say, they'd already talked about everything, what more was there to say?
"Alright I wasn't going to say anything but you look really tired, why don't you just curl up here and we'll both go to sleep?" Moe offered.
Mikey was straining so hard to hear what they were talking about, that he fell out of the chair. When he stood up both Moe and Sam were looking at him and both of their faces were beet red.
"Morning." Sam said smiling. "Have a good nap?"
"Yeah, I slept fine." he glaring at Moe. "When did you come in here?" he asked sitting back down in the chair.
"About two hours ago."
"And what were you two chatting about?"
"Nothing really." Moe piped up.
"Nothing and everything at the same time." Sam added.
"Where's ma?" Mikey asked yawning.
"Waiting room, she's sleeping."
"Alrighty then, I'm gonna head out there then, leave you two alone."
Sam went to say something but he just left, she went to get up to sit in the chair but Moe stopped her.
"Don't leave, I'm scared of hospital's." he said giving her a half-hearted smile.
"Alright." she said laying down.
They both fell asleep and slept pretty well, despite all the normal hospital noises.
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A/N: Sadly the Lysol situation happened to me, it wasn't in a tent and it wasn't that horrible, it was my stupidity I was trying to turn the little thing you push down and...BAM!...Right in the eye, it watered for HOURS!!
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never have.
Chapter Thirty Eight:
--Day 6 Of Hell--
Sam woke up the next day at about noon, she slept surprisingly well. She unzipped the tent and got out, everyone seemed to already be up. Chad - however - was nowhere in sight, Sam sat down next to Gail.
"Where's Chad?" she asked looking around.
"I dunno, some girl came by. I've never seen her before, she was blond about yay high." Gail said holding out her hand putting emphasis on how tall she was. "She was nice though, she didn't seem to know that much about him though."
Sam thought good and hard about who this girl was, it didn't ring any bells to her. But then she finally remembered the girl that Chad wanted to ask out the first day they were there, apparently he saw her again.
"I know who she is, he met her the first day." she finally said making Gail jump.
"Oh really? He hadn't mentioned her."
"Gail have you told her yet?" Donald asked walking over to them.
"Not yet, but thanks for making her wonder." she said swatting at him.
"Tell me what?" she asked looking franticly between the two of them.
"We're leaving tomorrow..."
Gail didn't have the chance to get anything else out before she ran back into the tent, Donald and Gail exchanged questioning looks before she came back with most of her clothes already packed.
"I guess that makes you happy." Donald more noted then asked.
"Yes, very much so. When are we leaving?" Sam asked out of breath.
"Tomorrow, didn't you hear?"
"Son of a..."
"SAM! Don't you dare." her mother interrupted.
"I'm sorry, but that sucks, I wanna leave now."
"Sam, don't whine."
"But mom.."
"Don't throw you're buts at me, go spray down the tent." she said handing her a bottle of Lysol.
"Why? What's wrong with it? Does it have Ebola?"
"No but it stinks, now do what you're told."
"Shouldn't we use air freshener for that?"
"Sam, go." her mother said after taking a deep breath.
Sam grunted back went into the tent, she pulled up her shirt so she could cover her nose, she didn't like the smell of the stuff. It got really quiet both in and outside the tent, she didn't even hear the zipper to the door. When she turned around she noticed that the door was open, and not even two seconds after that there was screaming.
When she turned around she was shocked to see Moe standing behind her, okay more like bent over screaming behind her. Moe was stumbling around holding his head and tripped over the little lip of the door, he fell in the tent but his head was sticking out.
"Oh my God, what happened?" Gail asked running over to him.
"I was spraying this...SHIT and I accidentally sprayed him in the face." Sam explained laughing.
Moe tried getting up but hit his head on the bottom of the picnic bench seat, after composing himself a little better both he and Donald went to flush out his eyes. On their way there he ran into a bunch trees and was just about knocked out by the time they got there.
"Is he going to be alright?" Sam asked following them into the men's room.
"I think he'll be fine, but you need to stay out of here." Donald said looking around.
"It's not like I've never seen one before." she said rolling her eyes and pointing to her stomach.
Moe bent down and smacked his head on the water spigot, when he jerked back he slipped on a puddle on the floor. He layed there in horrible pain, he was drifting in and out of consciousness.
----
Moe woke up in a hospital, he looked around and noticed that Sam was the only one there.
"What..happened?" he choked out.
"Well, a LOT happened." she said grinning.
"Where is everyone?"
"They just left to get some coffee, do you want me to go get them?"
"No, how long have I been here?"
"Six hours." she chuckled.
Moe chuckled but was to tired to stay awake, he rolled over and fell back to sleep.
"Has he woken up?" Rose asked coming into the room.
"Uh, nope not yet." Sam said smiling. "I think I'd better leave you two alone, he might wake up for you."
"Alright, well thank you for you're help."
"For what? Putting him in here?"
"You know what I mean."
Sam went into the waiting room and sat down next to Gail, Donald wasn't there for some reason.
"Where'd Don go?" Sam asked.
"He went to get our stuff, we're not going to stay here until tomorrow, we're leaving tonight." Gail said while reading a magazine.
"Why?"
"There's no need for us to stay here."
"Alright."
Sam leaned put her head on Gail's shoulder, she soon fell asleep. As if on cue the elevator doors opened and Donald and Chad stepped out, they each took a seat.
"Did you get everything packed?" Gail whispered.
"Yeah, we're all set to go. How long as she been asleep?" Donald asked.
"She just fell asleep, we'll stay here for a little while."
"I can't believe I had to bring Pamela home so I could sit here and do nothing." Chad whined.
Donald and Gail looked at each other on disbelief, wasn't Chad Moe's friend? Then why was he whining?
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Sam woke up three hours later, when she looked around she noticed everyone else was asleep. Hell even Rose was asleep, but Mikey was nowhere in sight.
She slowly walked to Moe's room, when she looked into his room she thought it cute that Mikey was soundly asleep in the chair next to the bed. She jumped when she saw Moe sitting up reading a magazine.
"You should be sleeping." Sam whispered putting her hands on her hips.
"I slept for eight hours, I don't need anymore." he said setting the magazine down next to himself.
"How long has he been here?"
"I don't know, he was here when I woke up."
"Should I wake him?"
"Don't bother, he'll be fine."
"So, how are you feeling?" she asked claiming up on to his bed.
"Other then the fact my head feels like someone's trying to squeeze it through a key hole, and the fact my eyes feel like I put lemon IN them. I'm pretty good."
"That's great to hear." she said sarcastically. "How long are they keeping you here for?"
"At least until tomorrow mother."
"That was SO funny."
They turned their attention to Mikey when he coughed, he readjusted himself on the chair and turned away from them. They went back to talking, not knowing that Mikey was awake.
"So, do you know what sex the baby is yet?" Moe asked.
"No, I'm not sure I wanna know."
"How can you name it, if you don't know the sex?"
"I'll probably just pick a girl name and a boy name."
"You got any names in mind?"
"I've already picked if it's a boy, but I haven't thought of one if it's a girl."
"Alright, lay it on me."
"No, you'll probably think it's stupid."
"Bullshit, tell me."
"Jason Andrew."
"That's an interesting name."
"What? You don't like the name Jason?"
"Not really, it's to...blah."
"Did you just 'blah' my baby's name?"
"Jason's to common a name, everyone's got it."
"And what would you prefer?"
"I don't know, try thinking ahead."
"And what do you mean by that?"
"How many Jason's are going to be in this kids class when he's like..12."
"He's not even a 'he' yet and you're already thinking about when he's 12?"
"You have to think ahead."
"Alright if you were naming a baby, what would you name it?"
Mikey strained to hear what he was saying, for some odd reason they were talking much quieter then when they started.
"I don't know, how about something like...Steven Michael?"
"Michael? That was a little obvious." Sam scoffed.
"What?"
"What would possess me to name my kid Michael? That's so...duh."
"What do you mean?" he asked laughing.
"The fathers name is Michael, so why the hell not name my kid that? Everyone and their cousin does that."
"Alright fine, no need to jump down my throat."
"Michael is more common then Jason."
"I said alright, geez."
The room got quiet, really quiet. Neither one of them knew what to say, they'd already talked about everything, what more was there to say?
"Alright I wasn't going to say anything but you look really tired, why don't you just curl up here and we'll both go to sleep?" Moe offered.
Mikey was straining so hard to hear what they were talking about, that he fell out of the chair. When he stood up both Moe and Sam were looking at him and both of their faces were beet red.
"Morning." Sam said smiling. "Have a good nap?"
"Yeah, I slept fine." he glaring at Moe. "When did you come in here?" he asked sitting back down in the chair.
"About two hours ago."
"And what were you two chatting about?"
"Nothing really." Moe piped up.
"Nothing and everything at the same time." Sam added.
"Where's ma?" Mikey asked yawning.
"Waiting room, she's sleeping."
"Alrighty then, I'm gonna head out there then, leave you two alone."
Sam went to say something but he just left, she went to get up to sit in the chair but Moe stopped her.
"Don't leave, I'm scared of hospital's." he said giving her a half-hearted smile.
"Alright." she said laying down.
They both fell asleep and slept pretty well, despite all the normal hospital noises.
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A/N: Sadly the Lysol situation happened to me, it wasn't in a tent and it wasn't that horrible, it was my stupidity I was trying to turn the little thing you push down and...BAM!...Right in the eye, it watered for HOURS!!