What Now?
Sam fell to the ground, sobbing. Phil struggled to sit up and dragged himself, wincing, to where Dennis lay. His hands reached forward to pick-up one of his limb wrists. He felt a steady pulse underneath his fingers, and then notice his chest falling and rising.
'Is he…?' Sam's words failed her, and she started to sob uncontrollably.
'No. He's fine.' He reassured her. He gently stroked her back to calm her, while he dialed for an ambulance.
'What if he doesn't make it? I'll be a killer at 16!' She wailed.
'No you won't. He's made of strong stuff, he'll survive. But just in case, we'll say I hit him.' Phil was panicking inside but knew he had to protect her.
'People will have saw me hit him.' She buried her head in her hands, which were covered in Dennis' blood. Phil pulled her close to him, wincing as she lay against his injured ribs.
'It'll be OK.' He reassured her yet again, when the ambulance and police arrived. Dennis was placed on a stretcher, and driven a way, while Phil was seen to by a paramedic, who informed him he had to go to hospital. Sam hovered around nearby. A police officer approached her 'Do you know what happened?'
'I… I' She faulted, panic swallowed her.
'No she turned up after it had happened. I hit him with the brick because he was beating me, due to me sleeping with his girlfriend.' Phil answered for her.
'Is this true sweetie?' The policewoman looked at her questioningly. Phil nudged her slightly, so as to not draw the policewoman's attention.
'Yeah. That's what happened.'
'Ok. Well we're going to have to take a statement from you young man.'
'Well not yet hey. Got to get this man to hospital. You coming with him?' The ambulance man turned towards Sam.
'Ok,' she said, as she felt Phil's arm (which was around her waist by this point) squeeze her gently.
At the hospital, Phil was told he had mild concussion, 2 fractured ribs, and some heavy bruising. Sam stayed by his side gripping his hand, not letting go. She couldn't believe what he'd done for her. As soon as they were left alone she said as much. Phil's argument was that she had a lot more going for her then he did.
'That's not true. Your athletic, caring, you have so much going for you.' She led towards him. There lips were almost touching. The chemistry between them was too much. They just had to kiss. They're lips brushed… then.
'PHIL! What are you doing! How could you?' They turned to see Kate standing there, a look of thunder on her face, hands on hips. Sam looked at Phil, raised an eyebrow and shook her head. What had she been thinking?
Just as she got up to leave other people turned up at his bed. Terry, Ramani and two police constables. Looked like she was leaving at just the right time.