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"Sam..." David moaned again.
"Shhh...David, it's okay. I'm here." she said softly.
He stirred, and opened his eyes, suddenly awake. "What are you doing here?" he managed.
"I...I heard about it on the news...I couldn't not come, David." Sam said.
"'Why not?' he said sarcastically." David commented on his own question. "It's not like you actually care about anyone but Jack, so who really cares what you do?" His words stung her heart like a swarm of bees.
Tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't care about Jack." she whispered. "I love you."
"No, you don't!" David insisted. "You don't love anyone other than yourself, Sam. If you're even telling the truth about Jack. If you loved me--if you loved anyone but you--you wouldn't have done the things you did, or said the things you said. If you really loved me, then--"
Sam cut him off. "Then I'd be here, telling you that I love you, which I am!" she finished his sentence, exasperated.
"Go." he said quietly.
"Why?" she countered.
"Because you don't belong here."
"Then where do I belong, huh, David? I don't belong at Susan Boone's, or at school, and especially not at Chris's house, so where do I belong? Where do you want me to be?" she yelled, tears streaming down her face.
"Anywhere but here." David said coldly, working his jaw.
Sam considered staying, but looking at the Secret Service agents who were already glaring at her for yelling, Sam decided it was best to leave. "I just came to say I'm sorry, David. I was concerned that you were going to die--I didn't know how seriously you had been hurt, and I wanted to come and apologize in case you died. So I'm saying it now--I'm really sorry, and I'll always be sorry that I hurt you." With that, she turned towards the door and exited the room and the hospital. Then she took a cab home, paid the cabbie, walked into the house, into her room, and collapsed onto her bed in tears.