RUNAWAY
Chapter 7- Holy Hospital!
cringes I know, I know, I'm such a bad/mean person. I haven't updated in forever and I must admit shamefully it's because I was just too lazy. :( I probably don't even deserve reviews. I had to read over the chapters to remember where I left off…how pitiful, personally I thought my first chapter(s) sucked…anyway enough of me rambling.
Last chapter:
My cell phone began to jingle. Digging through my purse I said "I actually know someone who might be interested. It just hit me that he was looking for an apartment. It's a guy I met in class today, Noa Fidlen."
"Never heard of him." Tucker said waiting for me to see who was calling. The caller ID read 'Evil Parents'. Sigh. I answered it anyway, they usually don't call at night. "Hello?"
"Samantha?" said my Dad in a panicked voice.
Now worried, "Dad, what's wrong?"
Tucker must have seen my distress as I slowly began to shake. "Okay, I'll be there."
"Sam, what is it?" He was now sitting across from me on his couch
I looked up with teary eyes, trying to be strong, "It's my grandma. She's in the emergency room…the hospital."
Tucker sped off with Sam in tow to Amity Park's Hospital. Although nervous himself about going near such evil buildings with pointed objects, he held it in for the sake of his best friend in seat next to him.
"She's going to be all right Sam." It didn't work.
"How do you know Tucker? We don't even know what happened!" Tears were beginning to form and escape over the lashes, "I don't know what I'll do when she's gone, I mean it is bound to happen for someone at her age. Grandma was the only one who truly accepted me and the one family member that I love above all things." Sam's voice wavered towards the end and she turned her head towards the window so Tucker wouldn't see her tears: a sign of weakness.
"Ah, come on Sam, she probably just fell down or something…no need to cry"
They arrived at the hospital front doors, Tucker gulped.
Sam gave a comforting smile to her friend "Its okay Tuck, you don't have to come inside"
Thank GOD… "Are you sure?"
Sam nodded. "I'll call you tomorrow."
"Dad, DAD!" Sam yelled at the blond man down the hall. She ran towards him and hugged her father briefly before he abruptly pushed her off. Glancing into his eyes, she asked frankly "Where is she?" He pointed to the room at the end of the hall to the right.
Sam, almost running, went towards the door. "Your mother is in there."
Turning her head to look back, she realized that this was a warning not a threat. She sent a small smile towards him and continued her way. Thanks Dad, but she can't stop me from seeing grandma.
Reaching the doorway Sam gasped. Her grandmother's skin was grey like chewed up newspaper. Her usually twinkling eyes were shut with dark bags underneath. She seemed so helpless, small and frail. Sam ran to her bedside and took her hand filled with wires. She's so cold.
"Don't worry grandma, I'm right here. You'll be okay. You'll be…"
Tears once again sprung out from Sam her shoulders began to shake. Damn the waterworks.
"Ahem." A small cough was heard from the corner of the room. Sam whipped her head to discover her pretty-in-pink mother walking towards her. Sam roughly wiped her wet cheeks and gathered her courage. "Hi Mom."
"Sweetie." She gently pushed her daughters hair behind the ears; a common gesture from mother to child.
They stood just watching and taking everything in until they had the common sense to sit down. "What's wrong with her? What happened? Is it serious? She-" Sam's mother placed a hand on her daughter's lips.
"Right now, she's going to be fine."
"But what's wrong with her? You don't need an art class to know that's not a normal skin pigment!" Sam was getting hysterical.
"She's- They – They don't know what's wrong." Sam stared with disbelief. Before another questioned could be asked "She just collapsed in the living room. They think it might just be old age, but it could be something else…who knows for sure. That's why we're still here, to see the results-but they probably won't finish them until tomorrow." Pam Manson looked down to her hands.
Sam then realized how exhausted both of her parents have been. Who knows how long they have been waiting here. Why didn't they call me sooner? Her mind was made up "Mom, you can go home, I'll stay here with grandma."
Her mother looked up and for the first time Sam saw acceptance in her eyes. "Are you sure sweetie?"
"Yes, you look awful." said Sam, making her smile.
Smiling back, she gave a peck on the cheek to her one and only daughter. "Thank you, remember that I love you."
Once she left, Sam returned to her grandmother's bedside and took her hand. Soon she fell asleep praying that everything would turn out okay.
The telephone was ringing and it needed to stop. "SAM! CAN YOU GET THE PHONE!" I cried. No sudden movement and the ringing continued. Gah! Blast it all to- "Hello?"
"Hey Emma its Tucker, is Sam there?"
"Foley! Why are you calling so early?"
"It's 12:30."
"And…? Your point is?"
He gave off a sound of annoyance. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" because I am plenty irritated my self at the moment.
"Just…grrr…can I talk to Sam."
"She's not here. She never returned from her bundle of fun with you!"
"She's been at the hospital the whole night?!?" Wait what did he just say?
"HOSPITAL?!? HOSPITAL! Why is Sam at the hospital! What did you do to her Foley? You can bet that the next time I see you-"
"Something happened to her grandma…I don't know what that's why I was calling…to find out. Obviously she hasn't called you yet."
"Oh no! Why didn't you call any sooner you dolt!"
"I've been trying for the last hour, but nobody would pick up- cell phone or apartment."
Oops. My bad…no way was I admitting to Foley that it was my fault I chose to ignore the cursed rings. "Whatever Foley, try her cell again…I gatta get to class within the hour."
"Grrrr…you are so…so…ggrrrr" I could of sworn I heard 'You are so not helpful'
"EXUSE ME?!?"
"Hmmm…Nothing! Bye!"
Why is she friends with that person…sigh…back to comfy comforter…I'll get up later for class.
Today was brainstorming day. Mr. Lucas gave the period for thinking about upcoming projects. Noa noticed something was off with Emma and Sam was missing.
Walking over to her he said "Hey Emma, what's up? Where's Sam?"
Obviously this was the wrong thing to say because her welcoming smile turned into a frown. "She's in the hospital." Noa's eyes widened. "What!?!"
Mr. Lucas gave a disapproving look from the front of the class "I don't mind if you talk, just as long you're making progress."
Completely ignoring Mr. Lucas, Noa continued in a more hushed tone "What happened? Is she okay? Did something hurt her?"
"Whoa! Slow down their Romeo! Sam's fine, her grandma's in the hospital, something happened but she hasn't called and I can't get a hold of her." Emma replied calmly the smile returning.
"I don't like her that way. We're just friends." Noa mumbled embarrassed about the comment.
"Uh-huh…riiiighhtt." said Emma with a smirk.
Trying to get off the topic Noa said "Why don't we just go down to the hospital as visitors. That way we can see if Sam and her grandmother are okay. We could get some flowers for her- her grandmother I mean."
Emma thought about it "That's a great idea, except…" Foley would want to come, but he hates hospitals…better just to leave him out.
"Except what?"
"Nothing" smiled Emma, "let's do it after class."
With a bouquet of all sorts of flowers, tall Noa entered the hospital's main entrance with Emma, his new found friend. Emma couldn't believe what she saw...
"Foley?"
The African American turned around. "Oh, hey!"
"Oh, hey? That's all you have to say! What the heck are you doing in a hospital!?" Emma exclaimed. Noa just looked back and forth very confused.
"I decided I should make a sacrifice and try to be brave for a friend." He said with a shrug. He then noticed the tall, dark-brown hair guy with sunglasses holding flowers behind the petite Emma. He raised his brow.
Emma sighed while pushing her red-streaked hair back into a low ponytail. "Tucker, this is Noa- the new guy in our class. Noa, Tucker."
Tucker smiled warmly and stuck out his hand "Nice to meet you."
"Same to you" Noa shook his hand firmly. Shock went through Tucker, something was familiar, but it ended when Noa abruptly took his hand back and stuffed them in his pockets as usual.
"Shall we get going then?" Noa asked pointing towards the information desk.
All three entered the room to discover a sleeping Sam and a quite awake grandmother.
"Well don't just stand there, come one in" she said.
Noa trying to be friendly said "These are for you. I'll put them in a vase over there." He headed towards the sink. "Thank you, their beautiful"
"Tucker, Emma, how nice of you to come. I'm afraid I don't know the third young gentleman though." She said eyeing Noa.
He came by her side and shook her hand gently afraid to hurt her "I'm Noa Fidlen, a new friend of Sam's from school." Her face lit up immediately and gave a knowing look "Well, it's a pleasure to finally meet you Noa."
Noa was confused by the look he received "Finally?"
"Sam's been talking in her sleep; she tends to do that a lot."
"Oh." He stated awkwardly. She chuckled. "Poor thing has been here all night looking after me." As if called, Sam woke up and slowly raised her head. "Grandma! You're awake!"
"Well of course I am, I can't sleep if I have company." Sam took in her surroundings,
"Tucker! Emma! Noa?"
"Hey! Give the guy some credit, it was his idea to come here and see how you were doing because someone didn't want to inform their roommate that they wouldn't be coming home." snapped Emma.
"Sorry. Thanks for coming." Small snores were heard. The guests look alarmed at the fast asleep grandmother. Sam just sighed and tucked the covers around her "Don't worry, she falls asleep easily, she'll wake up again in a few minutes."
"Is she all right?" asked Tucker
"For now." Sam replied obviously not wanting to talk about it.
"Well, we just came to stop by, let's go Tucker." Emma said.
"What! We just got here!"
"She just needs to be alone with her grandma okay, now let's go." hissed Emma.
She took Tucker by the ear and began to drag him out of the room. "What the- let go of me woman!"
Sam silently thanked Emma. "Sam?" Apparently she didn't get rid of everybody.
Noa pulled up a chair next to hers. "Listen, I know we've known each other for a couple of days, but I just want to say that I'm here for you." Sam's heart swelled with gratitude.
She knit her brows "Why are you so nice to me?"
Noa laughed and said "It's my job. I tend to save damsels in distress."
Mocking offense Sam laughed back "Distress, me? Oh, no…I am the butt kicking damsel."
In the middle of their laughter a tall broad man who could be a model burst through the door with roses: Brian Matthews.
Unaware how close they were to each other, Noa and Sam leaned back in their chairs.
"Brian! What are you doing here" asked Sam while standing up. He came and gave the flowers to Sam and pecked her on the cheek. Sam blushed.
"I came as soon as I heard….your father told me." He said with a brilliant smile.
Sam could have melted right into those chocolate eyes. He was concerned for her! "Umm…you know my dad?"
"Yes, business…you know." He said.
"Right." Sam said looking into his eyes.
COUGH. Sam was brought back to reality. "Oh sorry! Brian this is Noa Fidlen, my friend from one of my classes.
With a grim expression towards the 'new' visitor, Noa decided it was best not to be rude.
"Hello." He stuck out his hand and Brian took it roughly.
"Boobulah?" said a weak voice.
"I'm right here grandma." said Sam immediately turning her attention to her grandmother.
"Oh we have another visitor." She said eyeing the handsome young man with dirty blonde locks.
"Grandma, this is Brian Matthews."
"Madame." He said while planting a kiss on her bony hand.
Instead of being flattered by such an act, Sam's grandmother just gave a scrutinizing stare.
"Brian is my…" Sam didn't know how to end her sentence, so Brian stepped in.
"Boyfriend." He simply stated. Sam at first shocked began to blush.
Brian continued "That's, of course, if she agrees." giving a dazzling smile towards Sam now even redder in the face.
Noa was also shocked by the move and looked between both Sam and Brian and finally settling on an angry glare with a tint of disgust. He gently pushed his shades up and folded his arms.
"Boyfriend hmmm?" Sam's grandmother said "Sam, where's Danny?" Everything froze.
"W-what?" said Sam, all of the color draining from her face.
"Oh stop pulling my leg boobulah! You two are inseparable, I'm sure he's here. Where's Danny Fenton?"
The room was silent and still as statues.
Sam's voice began to waver "That was six years ago grandma." She said in a mono toned voice.
"Six years? My heavens child, what are you talking about! I just saw you two out in the snow yesterday." The sun shone through the window.
"Grandma, what's the date today?" Sam worried.
"Well it's December 2004 dear. Are you feeling all right?"
She wasn't. The year was 2010. Sam tried to hold back the tears, she had too….Brian was here.
A/N: Okay well there it is…I was going to add on, but that will just have to wait for the next chapter. Personally, i think this is a crappy chappie but hey, what can ya do. I have no idea how to spell that word 'boobulah' so I just made it up. Sniffsniff…this chapter made me sad. I'll try to update this week…it won't be such a long wait…promise! Lurve Oogles