Sam's still in coma
Sarah holds his hand, gripping tightly
A burning flame in her pit
Angry, and begin to cry
A cold flame in her pit
She's becoming cold
And decided to left him alone
Sam could see that in his mind
He could feel her emotions
He feels a connection that is disconnecting
From her world that used to be full of love
For him, she left him cold
Alone for the few days
Until he wakes up
Looking around in the room
He screams, "SARAH!"
He's about to weep
But held back his tears
He then become angry with himself
"How stupid am I?"
He says
"It's your fault, idiot…" he mutters to himself
He sighs and lies back down
He looks at the ceiling
Then he gets a good idea
He looks over to the phone
He grabs the phone and calls the front office
The nurse said
"Sarah hasn't left the hospital."
He puzzled
"Why did she not leave?" he wondered
"Okay, can I see her?"
Sam asked
"Yes. She'll be there in a moment."
He waits
Waiting . . .
Waiting . . .
Sarah comes in
With her angry face on
He knows something's up
He feels the emotion
The emotion that is full of hatred
Burning flames in her eyes
Staring coldly at him
He feels the pain
Heartbroken
Sarah then fall on her knees
She covers her face and begins to weep
"Why did you scare me like that?"
He keep apologizing
Apologizing
Apologizing until the end
He stops
He listens
He looks at her
"Don't scare me like that again."
"Okay. I
won't do that again."
Sam promised
"Why did you drink?"
"I'm retired, Sarah. I miss everything already."
"Where do you work?"
"Sarah, this must be kept between us, ok?" Sam becomes more serious
"Okay."
"I used to work at the Third Echelon."
"Oh… I see."
"Yes, please don't tell anyone. This is a top secret place."
Sam said
"I eliminate people who are doing bad things that are happening on our American soil."
"So you're the one who saves the world everyday, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Sam smile
But Sarah isn't smiling
"Dad, I'm not smiling. I don't know how to deal with this.
I don't know if I can talk to you again
Or to see you again, it's hard for me to see you like this."
"Oh… I understand…" Sam looks down, being sad
"I will talk to you later when I decide it's time, ok?"
"Yeah, alright…"
Sarah's leaving
Sam's arm urges him to grab her and hug her
He does so
He grabs her and hugs her
"I'm sorry and I know most parents take their kids to work. I didn't bring you. I'm sorry I never did that. Please forgive me."
"I never said, 'Most parents take their kids to work and you didn't.'"
"But I heard you saying that to me when I was in coma."
She gasps
She remembers
The blood flooding back rapidly to her mind
The feeling of pain
Being hurt
She knows she did say that
She tells him the truth
"Yeah…"
They both hugs
A snap
Another loud snap
Every muscle ripping
The bones snap
Sam realizes it's him
He's standing and he's weak
He shouts in pain
Sarah doesn't know what to do
She gets the doctors
Everyone helps him
Return to his bed
All bandaged up on his both legs
Sarah blames it on herself
Sam tells her not to because
It's really his fault
He has forgotten he's in the hospital
He says it's really his fault
Now we don't know for sure
If his legs are still strong enough
He could be able to walk
But we don't know that for sure. . .
