Warning: I do not know anything about medical crap, so some of this stuff will probably be incorrect and wrong. Maybe. But don't you need your lungs to breathe and if you don't have them you can't breathe? Right? ... Hopefully...

And don't tell me to check Google next time! I'm to lazy to do that! lol.

Sam POV:

I stood outside of the hospital. I put my hand into my purse and searched for my phone. I sighed in frustration because I couldn't find it or it wasn't there. I groaned again and started to walk towards the hotel. Early, I had to talk to the police officers about what happened and they asked if they could go to the hotel and see if there were any clues. I guess I had accidentally left it in the room. I finally made it to the hotel and I ran inside. I went up to my room and grabbed my phone.

I turned the phone on. I dialed Carly's phone number in and she immediately picked up. "Hey, Sam! How's it going?" she asked happily. I could already tell she was in a good mood. Too bad I was going to ruin that mood and tell her to get her ass over here.

"Carly, stop being happy," I told her angrily. I guess I was over being sad and worried and now I was just in a bad mood. "You need to get your ass over here in Hawaii now!"

"Sam, did... did it happen?" Carly asked worriedly.

"Yes, it happened! Now get over here!"

"Why are you so angry? I thought you would be bursting into tears and crying your eyes out," she told me.

"Well, Mrs. Smarty-Pants, everyone deals with stuff differently! And I've always been violent!" I shouted into the phone.

"Okay, okay, okay," Carly said hurriedly. "I'm going to get the first plane ticket I can to Hawaii and I'll be there. Okay?"

"Whatever," I told her. "Just get over here."

"Where are you now?"

"At the hotel and don't ask me why I'm not at the hospital! It's a long story," I told her.

"Okay, bye," she said. The phone line was disconnected. I started to leave the hotel and walk down the sidewalk to the hospital. I walked inside. I sat down in a chair in the waiting area. A woman walked up to me. She was much shorter than me. She also had long, curly, red hair with a small black highlight. "Are you Mrs. Samantha Benson?" she asked me while staring down at me.

I stood up. "Yes, why?" I asked her. I noticed that she was really, really short.

"My name is Miranda Halles," she said. She held out her hand for me to shake it and I uncertainly shook it. "I'm a nurse here and I have news about your husband, Mr. Fredward Benson."

I nodded my head excitedly. "Is he alright? Is he fine? Is he going to -"

"Sh, please," she said. "I'm just going to tell you everything I'm allowed to." She took a deep breath. "Well, your husband was shot two times. One shot was in the back near his heart and the other one hit one of his lungs." I opened my mouth to say something, but she held up her hand and continued on. "We have doctors trying to replace his lung with a newer and healthier lung. This may take a few weeks. Also, the other lung is slightly damaged. We have him on life support at the moment, but everything should be better in a few weeks. Do you have a place to stay or would you like to go back home?" she asked.

I couldn't exactly understand how such a small woman could say all that without taking any breathes. "I guess I'll stay here. I'll just try and get more time in the hotel I'm staying at," I told her.

"Good," she said. "Are one of your family members or friends coming here?"

"Yes," I said.

I didn't say anything and she just stared at me. I finally noticed that she had a clipboard in her hands. "Aren't you going to tell me their names so I know I can tell them information about Mr. Benson to them?" she asked with annoyance in her voice.

"Oh, yeah. Carly - no wait," I said quickly. "Carlotta Gibson, but she goes by Carly. And she's a very close friend of mine."

Miranda nodded her head. "Is that all?" she asked me.

"Uh... For the moment, yeah," I said.

She wrote something down on the clipboard. She then looked down at me hand. "May I remind you, do not use your cell phone in a hospital. You're risking the lives of people by using it, and one of those people could be your husband," she said angrily. I glanced down and put my phone in my purse. "Goodbye," she finally said. She turned on her heel and walked away from me.

I sat back down in my chair. Suddenly, I heard a small ringing noise coming from my purse. A man's head shot up and he glared at me. I grabbed my purse and ran out of the hospital. I grabbed my phone and looked down and saw it was Carly. "Hey," I said as I answered my phone.

"Sam, I'm boarding my plane in ten minutes and I just wanted to let you know I'll be there soon!" She said. "Anyways, I gotta go now! Bye!" Carly hung up and I stared down at my phone.

"Thanks for letting me talk so much," I whispered to myself. I shoved my phone back into my purse and walked back into the hospital.

...~*~...

I heard my phone quietly ring again and the same man glared at me again. I glared right back at him. I stood up and walked outside. I grabbed my phone and saw it was Carly. "Are you in Hawaii?" I asked her immediately.

"Yeah, which hospital are you at?" she asked me. I gave her the directions to the hospital quickly. "Okay, I'll be right there," she said. "Gotta go, bye!" She hung up and I sighed.

I stayed standing outside, so Carly could find my easily. After ten minutes, Carly ran over to me. "I'm here! So, what's wrong with Freddie?" she asked worriedly. I sighed and quickly told her everything that I knew. "Oh my god! He's on life support?" she said. "And he's -"

I held my hand up. "He's on life support in case he stops breathing. The nurse said that he probably doesn't exactly need it, but it's just a precaution," I told her. I didn't want to even think about what would happen if he really needed life support. If he couldn't breathe anymore, they'd keep him on life support. But they'd have to take him off it at some time. I took a deep breath and looked up at Carly. "Can we just not talk about this. Please?" I asked her. I blinked my eyes quickly trying to hold back tears.

"Sam," Carly said. She walked over to me and gave me a hug. "It's okay to cry. Everyone does at some point and time."

"No they don't!" I said angrily. I ran my hand along my face trying to wipe away the stray tears. "I'm not supposed to cry," I told her.

"Yes, you are! It's Freddie and you -"

"Shut-up!" I said angrily. "Just let me be a hardheaded idiot and not cry. I don't want to think about what could happen to him." I backed away from Carly. "We should probably go back inside," I told her while glancing inside. "In case they have more news or something."

...~*~...

I woke up on one the benches in the waiting room. My head was resting on Carly's lap. "What day is it?" I murmured.

"Sunday," Carly said. She yawned loudly.

"Freddie and I would be back home today," I told her sadly.

"Yup," she said. "I'm tired."

I laughed lightheartedly. "That's great to know," I told her. I yawned and then sat up. "Is my hair a mess?"

"Yeah," she said. "Mine?"

"Yeah."

"That's great," she said. I could tell she really didn't care because she was so tired. I sighed.

I heard footsteps coming in our direction. I glanced up and saw a doctor headed in our direction. "Mrs. Samantha Benson?" he asked us both. I raised my hand up because I was too lazy to see that I was she. "We have terrible news, Mrs. Benson," he said. He glanced around. "Come with me and you can bring your friend."

I gulped and looked over at Carly. I saw that she was terrified about what was coming. We both followed the doctor down the hall and then he stopped in front of Freddie's room. "We haven't been able to replace his lung and he's at the very bottom of the list for a new lung," he said.

"How long is the list?" I asked uncertainly.

"About one hundred people," he told me. "His case is one of the worst, but we've tried to move him up the list all we can. He probably won't get a new lung for about a year. We can't keep him on life support for that long. Also, his other lung is actually more damaged than we thought. Even if we have him on life support, he may die. And as for his heart, the bullet went really deep into his back and almost hit his heart. Also," I groaned with annoyance at all this terrible news. Even though on the inside I was freaking out. "He's in a coma and doesn't know anything about what's going on." He took a deep breath. "We can't keep him on life support for anything longer than two months. You have to make a decision today or tomorrow. You can choose to take him off life support on Tuesday or you can wait for two months and we'll see what will happen. Most likely, if you wait too long, nothing will have changed."

I took a deep breath. I looked over at Carly and saw her eyes we're huge. "What... What are we going to do?" Carly asked me.

"You have till tomorrow," the doctor said. He took a deep breath. "I'm really sorry, Mrs. Benson." He turned and walked away from us.

I glanced into the room and I saw Freddie lying down on the bed. I saw needles and a bunch of other machines all around him. I stared at him. I turned to Carly and started crying on her shoulder.

...~*~...

I stood in the hotel room. I paced back and forth. I wiped my hand across my face once again trying to stop the tears. "Carly, I don't know!" I screamed. I ran over to the bed and jumped on it. My head hit the pillow. "I hate this!" I screamed into it.

"Sam," Carly said.

I sat up. "Is this karma? Is this happening because I've been mean to people almost all of my life! I bet this is about the time that I -" I paused and shook my head. "Never mind, I'm not talking about that. But I still think this is karma!"

"Sam, you can't blame everything bad that happens to you on karma," Carly told me. "And you need to calm down and make a decision. Now."

I stared at Carly. "Don't you understand how hard this is?" I asked her angrily.

"Of course I do!" she said defiantly. "I care about Freddie just as much as you and this is also breaking my heart!"

I glared at her and punched my fists into the pillow. "What am I going to do?" I groaned sadly. "I mean, either way he's probably going to die. I can make him die faster or drag it on!"

Carly sighed. "You're going to have to make a choice," she said.

"Help me," I whined to her.

"Fine," she said. She heaved a big sigh and looked at me. "I'll tell you what I think.

Hey people! It's 2011! Woot... I guess. lol. Sorry for the cliffhanger. I hate them but I love writing them. ;) And remember, Freddie lives... to some sort. *jumps up and down* And I know how and you don't! lol.

Anyways, y'all wanna know what January 1 is for me? Well, besides New Years? Well, it's my birthday! How weird is it to be born on Jan. 1? Well, that's me! lol. So I wrote this chapter for my birthday and yeah... Next chapter shall be soon, my pretties.

If you love reading actual books and you love ancient history, I have an AMAZING book series that you should read! A great book is Sphinx's Princess by Esther M. Friesner. It's a book about Nefertiti in ancient Egypt as a young girl. It goes through her life. It is also a teen fiction book, so it's not a little kid one. lol. The second book is Sphinx's Queen and I haven't yet read that yet. I have read done a little bit of research about Nefertiti and she seems really interesting. Can't wait to read the next book. lol.

~InsaneBlueberry~