Author's Note: Updated the story. I added a chapter, I mean. I know, it's about time, right?
And don't worry about Chapter Twelve, I'm working on it, meaning I might post it within a week!
Lovesick
Chapter Eleven
Sam blinked, her mouth suddenly dry. She was about to answer when several things happened at once: Danny yelled, "Sam, are you downstairs?" and both Sam and Moon turned to the closed door. Moon dropped the blade and scrambled back on top of the toilet. She wrenched the window open as Sam heard a knock on her bedroom door. Throwing her body out the window, Moon landed heavily outside and ran up the path, away from the house.
Sam slowly slid off the counter. She bent down and picked up the blade. She was suddenly seized with a great urge to slash the blade over her arms, to make all these new problems go away.
A thought struck her. What if Moon was right? What if she really was nurturing a life inside her? Would she really risk hurting the baby?
After a few seconds hesitation, Sam threw the blade out the open window as far as she could.
"Sam?"
Danny knocked on her bedroom door again, his voice now etched with worry.
"Coming!" Sam called back, unlocking the bathroom door and stepping outside. She went over to her bedroom door and swung it open, only to find Danny there, his arm raised and his hand balled into a fist, ready to knock again.
He started to smile, but his smile faded as soon as he saw Sam. Her eyes were wide and when they stared up at him, it was like looking into the eyes of a stranger. These were not Sam's eyes.
"Sam?" Danny asked gently, brushing his hand across her cheek.
Sam flinched and took a step back. She averted his eyes, staring blankly at a spot on the wall instead.
Before Sam could even think of something to say, Jazz appeared beside Danny, her pale face colored with excitement. She seemed not to notice the intensity in the air as she looked at Sam.
"Sam!" Jazz cried, brushing past Danny and into the room. "Do you remember what we were going to do" she lowered her voice to a whisper "before you went to the hospital?"
Sam stared at her blankly, wishing that Jazz and Danny could just leave her alone. She needed some time alone, to think about what she was going to do. Didn't they understand that?
Jazz smiled, ignoring Sam's piercing stare. "We were going to have lunch, remember?"
When Sam continued to stare at her as though she had grown three heads, Jazz continued. "Well, how about tomorrow? Dad is leaving again. He's visiting Vlad Masters. Something about chocolate fudge, I think."
Jazz thought for a moment, then waved her hand airily, as though shooing away a fly.
"So, what do you say?"
Sam thought for a minute. Well, she supposed it wouldn't be too horrid. And it would distract her for a little while. What could go wrong?
"Sure."
Jazz beamed as though Sam had just announced that she had won the lottery. "Great! I'll tell mom!"
And with that, she rushed out of the room. Sam listened as Jazz scampered up the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Sam?" Danny asked again, as soon as Jazz's footsteps had faded away. "Are you okay?"
Sam smiled at him, making Danny completely and utterly confused.
"Of course. Why would you ask such a thing?"
Before Danny could answer, Sam shut the door. Danny stared at it for a minute, unsure of what to do or think.
"Girls," he finally muttered, and, stuffing his hands in his pockets, he turned and walked back up the stairs to his room.