Disclamer: I own no nothing. Only Sam Robets.

Chapter Two

GIRL: Before I say anything I want an explination as to what is happening here the last memory I have is not one of my favorites and for that matter is none of your god damn business

SAM: You have to try to understand, we had to do things this way for everyone's safety. We thought it to be best if..

GIRL: What are you saying? Do things what way?

SAM: We...you see, to everyone outside this building you're dead

GIRL: well mr. obvious they should. I knew what I was doing

SAM: When the paramedics found you, you were badly burned and by right of a miricle you were alive. Under the circumstances we took you into protective care treating with our specialists. You fell into a coma and over time we were able to minimize the scarring. The doctors thought you had no chance but you were a fighter suprising them with every test result they knew you still had full brain activity. To be honest we thought it would be a few more years before you might wake up. We have a lot to go over but you can think about how lucky you are to be alive and that you have a full life ahead of you

GIRL: A full life ahead of me? Is that what I have? If your Doctors were as good or as smart as you say they should have realized I was going to die anyway all they did was prolong my life but for how long?

SAM: Your talking about the Leukimia...well you've been in remission for a little over a year. You're 100 cancer free... Welcome back Maritza