A/N: Two chapters in two days! Aren't you all lucky ducks?

Enjoy!

P.S. It has been said (yet again) that my language is too severe. I just wanted to say that I love and respect all of my readers and I don't want to offend anyone. But the few swear words that I use in this, are really not that bad. I have a very colorful vocabulary that I keep to myself most of the time. In the end, if my miniscule amount of swearing bothers you, don't read the story. I don't mean to sound like a huge biotch but I honestly don't see what all the hype is about.

Don't Forget

Sam felt as if she were drowning. Or rather, she felt like what she imagined drowning would feel like. Since she had never drowned or come close to drowning she couldn't be sure that this is what drowning actually felt like.

Anyway, it felt as if something was on her chest, making it so that she couldn't breathe. She began flailing her arms and kicking her legs desperately, trying to get out of the water, if that's what it even was, so that she could breathe again.

Just when she felt that she had reached her limit and that she couldn't fight anymore and that she should just let the darkness take her into it's warm and comforting embrace, her head broke the surface.

The first thing that Sam saw when she opened her eyes was a blinding light. She immediately closed her eyes and tried to adjust to the new brightness. Following close after that was a feeling of major discomfort, and then one of panic because she still couldn't breathe. It seemed that something was in her mouth and was obstructing her air intake.

Sam tried to rip the offensive thing out, but when she tried lifting her arms, she found that they were being restrained. She looked down to see what was limiting her arm movement and noticed that they were strapped to the bed she was lying on. That's when she noticed the people standing around her bed staring at her with what looked like faces of shock, disbelief, and happiness. Odd combination.

Some lady that Sam didn't know came to stand next to her head. She had an older, yet still beautiful face, and kind eyes. "Would you like me to remove the tube from your mouth?" she asked gently.

Sam nodded, mostly because she couldn't do much more than that with her mouth full and body restricted.

The kind old lady, who Sam noticed had a badge on that said Nurse Jackie, removed the obstruction from her mouth. If you have never had a tube removed from your mouth that leads down your throat, don't try it. It is really very uncomfortable.

As soon as it was out, Sam spent a couple of moments gasping for air and getting used to the dryness and rawness of her throat.

"Sam," Nurse Jackie said in a soothing manner, "I'm going to unbind you from the bed now. Would you like that?"

Would she like that? Seriously? Of course she would like to be unchained from her bed! What kind of question is that? But instead of saying all of that, Sam simply nodded her head yes once again.

As Nurse Jackie was undoing her chains, Sam tried to get a better look at the other people in the room. Her eyes were still getting adjusted to the appalling brightness of the room.

From what Sam could tell one of the men was in his forties or fifties. He had a weather worn face and guarded eyes. He was standing next to a younger woman in probably her thirty's or forties. She was beautiful and very pregnant by the look of it.

Standing off to the side was the other man. He had long black hair that was tied back in a ponytail at the back of his neck. He had a stiff demeanor, like he was trying not to get his hopes up. His face was impassive and knowing what he was thinking would have been downright impossible, except his eyes said it all. For some reason, looking into his eyes made Sam sad.

As Sam was taking inventory of the people surrounding her bed, Nurse Jackie had finished unchaining her from her bed. The first thing Sam did with her new freedom to move is stretch. Her muscles felt like they hadn't been moved in days and she really disliked that feeling.

Using her amazing intelligence (common sense), Sam deduced that she was in the hospital. What she couldn't figure out was why.

"Honey, would you like a glass of water?" asked Nurse Jackie.

Now that she mentioned it, yeah. Sam could use a glass of water, she was parched. So, she nodded her head, yet again.

While Nurse Jackie was getting the water for Sam, everyone in the room waited in tense silence. Sam didn't know what they were so tense about. After all, she's the one in the hospital with no recognition of how she came to be there.

About a minute later, Nurse Jackie came back with a glass of water with a lid on it and a straw. She felt like she was five, but in the end her thirst won out over her animosity of looking stupid.

As Sam was drinking, the pregnant woman walked forward until she was standing right next to Sam. She put her hand on Sam's and looked at her with tears in her eyes.

"Sam," she began tearfully, "you have no idea how great it is to have you awake again. We're sure that you have plenty of questions, and we're here to answer them for you."

Whoa, hold on a second! Awake again? Did that mean that she wasn't awake before? How long was she not awake? What day is it? Did she have questions? Heck yeah she had some flippin' questions!

There was one question that had been nagging at Sam since she woke up, so she decided to ask that one first.

"Um…" Sam started, only to stop to clear her throat. It sounded like she had been smoking a pack a day for twenty years.

After clearing her throat Sam tried again. "I do have some questions."

All three of her visitors looked at each other in relief as soon as she spoke. It looked like they had feared that she wouldn't be able to or something equally asinine.

They all nodded in unison, urging her to continue. They kind of look like a row of bobble heads, Sam thought to herself.

" There's one thing I really need to know," Sam said after getting all her thoughts in order. More nodding accompanied this statement, reinforcing the bobble head thought.

"What is it that you need to know, Sam?" the mother asked when Sam didn't continue.

Sam hesitated. She didn't know why, but she dreaded having to ask them this.

"Who are you?"

Dun Dun DUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Uh Oh! Looks like Sam has a bit of memory loss. Who knows what could happen next!

Reviews would be very appreciated. J

P.S. This chapter is dedicated to my very good friend that is constantly bugging me to update my story. I hope it helps him realize that things can always get worse and that, in the end, his life isn't all that bad. Lots of Love, buddy. 3