Spike's POV
"Dammit, come on Sam fight" I yell
"Sir... Sir I need you to move, we need to get him to the hospital" A paramedics said.
"Come on Spike, You gotta move" Wordy says, pulling me off of Sam
"I have to ride with him" I say looking directly at Greg.
"Yeah go ahead Spike; we will meet you at the hospital." Greg say's, I get up and follow the paramedics to the ambulance. They push Sam in and I climb in after him and sit by his leg so the Paramedic on my side can work on Sam's shoulder.
The whole ride to the hospital was a complete Blur. I didn't hear a word off what the paramedics were saying. When we got to the hospital, we rushed out of the Ambulance and ran into the Emergency room and I was forced to wait in the waiting room.
As I sit there waiting for news about Sam, I can't help but wonder what would of happened if I went into that bank. I would of been there for a couple of hours, then I would of left and we would of continued on with our day and we could be all sitting in a bar having a couple of beers and laughing at something me and Sam did. Then we would have gone to work tomorrow and continued on with our lives. But that is not what happened because of me. God I should of done more to get Sam out of there. I should have done something other than standing there. Maybe if I had talked to Danny sooner, Sam would be in better conditions before going into surgery. If we had moved in the second Sam had said that they has a problem he would have been okay. If, if, if that's all I could think off, If we did this, If we did that. If's aren't going to help Sam now. I need to think of what I can do For Sam now.
I was so deep in thought that I did not hear my team come in and walk over to me until I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Wordy, Ed, Greg, and Jules standing in front of me with worried expressions on their faces.
"How is he Spike?" Ed asks with worry
"Umm... they rushed him into surgery as we got hear about 10 minutes ago. Haven't heard anything since," I said.
I look down at my hands and notice that I have some of Sam's blood on them, but I didn't seem to have to will power to get up and wash the blood off. I suddenly felt the pressure on my shoulder increase and I look up to see wordy looking at me. He nods his head towards the bathroom silently telling me to go wash my hands. I nod and get up but I was not expecting Wordy to stand up with me and walk me to the bathroom, I went straight to the sink to wash my hands while wordy stood against the wall watching my every move. Finally after a long kinda-awkward silence, Wordy spoke first.
"How are you doing Spike?" He asked
"I'm much better than Sam is." I reply sadly. Out of the corner of my eye I see Wordy shaking his head.
"You know what I mean Spike" he said. I sigh.
"Yeah, I now. I just can't help to think that this was my fault Wordy. That was supposed to be me in that bank. And if I had gone in none of this would have happened. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME" I screamed finally letting my anger and guilt take over. I look over to Wordy and all I see is sadness in his eyes.
"It was not your Fault Spike, if I remember correctly Danny said the whether or not Sam was in that Bank, Danny said that he would of gotten Sam One Way or another. There was nothing you could have done to stop him spike. In the end thought you did mange to let get him out. That has to mean something to you." He said calmly. I stay silent for a few moments taking that in. Yes it does mean lot that I had managed to get Sam out of there, but I still feel guilty.
"I should have done something sooner to help him," I whispered "If I had tried to call Danny sooner; Sam would be in better shape than he is in. He would have had one less bullet hole in him. If..." I went to continue but wordy interrupted me.
"Exactly Spike, all I am hearing out of you is if's and should. You did everything right Spike. But you have to remember that you are not the only one wondering all of that. The entire car ride over here that is all I could think of. Then I remembered that if Sam were awake he would tell us that there wasn't anything we could do to get him out of there quicker. That we did everything we could. That will be how Sam wants us to think when he gets out of surgery, so that's how I'm going to think and so should you." He says. I just stand there and take all of that in. I felt something wet fall on my cheek and I realise that I was crying, The next think I know Wordy has me in a Bear hug while I Finally Let me feeling really catch up with me.
I am really sorry that i have not updated in a while. But I have a question for my readers, What would you think if i put Sam and Spike in a romantic relationship? Let me know Thxs!
