Chapter 5
Freddie glared at the poster
-Sam are you out of your mind? - he asked
-No, Mamma will be champ - Sam replied with confidence.
-Maybe there's something you don't get, they call her "30 second dream" because nobody has been able to fight her for more than 30 seconds, she's a monster.
-I can beat her Freddork. - Sam coldly replied.
-You're too cocky - Freddie replied
Sam walked to him.
-Have you seen the news? Do you know how many people have I beaten to get this far? - she replied
-Yes but
-Then shut up. I'll fight her and I'll beat her. Period.
Freddie glared at her. He knew how determined Sam could be, he just hoped she was making the right decision. As they approached the Bushwell Plaza building they noticed an ambulance in front.
-Great, Leubert must have fallen down the stairs again - Sam said
-Then why is Spencer coming out with them?
-Oh God... Carls...
Both ran as fast as they could, their hearts dropped as they saw Carly being wheeled out with an oxygen mask on her face.
-SPENCER WHAT HAPPENED? - Sam yelled
-I... I don't know... she... she collapsed... I...
Half an hour early at the Shay apartment...
-Spencer! Do you know where the popcorn is? - Carly asked
-USED IT ON A SCULPTURE! - her brother replied
-oh man...
Carly turned the TV on and catched the last part of an interview with current DWUFC champion Tara, "The 30 second dream chick"
-...so you're facing this newcomer, Samantha "Iron Fist" Pucket. -the commentator said
-Yeah... the poor thing thinks she has a chance. - she replied in confidence
-But you're going to take it seriously in the octagon right? - the commentator asked
-Seriously? I'm not going to beat her up. I'm going to hurt her.. I'm going to make her bleed... when she walks out... no wait... when they carry her out... she'll never step back again... she'll wish she never followed the steps of Shelby Marx...
Carly dropped the remote and stood up, images of the death of Shelby mixed in her head with images of Sam being the one bloodied and hurt and danced in her mind in a horrific ballet...
-No... Sam... no no no... - Carly repeated to herself
-Carly? - Spencer said walking out to the living room
-NO! It can't... it can't it can't... Sam... no...
-Carly what's wrong? -Spencer asked
Carly raised her head and glared at him, tears running down her face, she tried to say something but suddenly the young Shay felt as if a drill was applied to her forehead, a wimp, and them she collapsed to the floor.
-CARLY! Carly wake up... Carly come on... -Spencer said as he held her in his arms and placed her unmoving form in the couch.
The Present.
Sam, Freddie and Spencer are in the ER waiting room, they weren't allowed to go in when Carly was taken to a trauma room moments early.
-I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON! - Sam exploded
-Sam calm down you're in a hospital - Freddie said
-NO! I WANT TO KNOW HOW CARLY IS! - retorted Sam
-Be patient! - Freddie shouted back
-NO! I WANT
-ENOUGH ALREADY! - Spencer yelled getting up from the chair he was on
Sam glared at Spencer, she had never seen the expression he had on his face, his hands were trembling, his eyes were puffy and he was about to burst in tears. He sat back and sank his face in his hands. Sam knelt before him.
-She'll be fine... kiddo is strong... she
-SHAY? Who came with Charlotte Elizabeth Shay! - A Doctor yelled
Spencer got up.
-I'm her brother Spencer.
-Mr. Shay, Charlott
-Her name is Carly - Sam interrupted
The medic glared at her for a few moments, then he spoke.
-Carly... suffered a severe stroke... in part because of her asthma condition and
-Wait wait... she's not been using her inhaler for years - Spencer said
-She uses it... almost everyday... she... she thinks we don't notice... - Freddie said
Spencer glared at him in total disbelief.
-And how is she now? - he asked in fear
-Mr. Shay... Carly is in a coma... we have done our best to relieve the hemorrhage in her brain... now it's up to her. - the doctor said
-Can we see her? - Sam asked
-Yes, but please be delicate. - he replied
Sam was the first to enter the room, Carly laid motionless on the bed, various medical devices at her side beeping and showing numbers and graphics. The blond girl held her friend's hand.
-Carls... Carls wake up... - Sam said
Spencer glared at the unmoving form of his little sister, tears formed in his eyes and slowly ran down his face.
-She'll be fine... she has to... she.. she's incredibly strong - Freddie said comforting him.
-Momma will do anything you ask... just... wake up... please - Sam said
The following morning Gibby entered the room, Sam was asleep on the sofa. He went to her and shook her.
-What...
-You were supposed to be at the gym training half an hour ago. - he said
-I'm not leaving... - she replied
-What about the fight? - Gibby asked
Sam got up and slammed him against the wall, tears running down her face.
-I... don't... care... about... the stupid fight? Get it?
-OK... whatever you say... - Gibby said in fear
Later that day Freddie arrived with some burgers, he noticed that Sam wasn't in the room.
-She just left man - Gibby said
The boy noticed that Sam's cellphone was on the night table, meaning that she was near, he decided to look around, it wasn't hard, as he walked by the hospital's chapel he heard her sobbing.
-Please... I... I know... I'm not... the best there is in this world... I'm probably... the lowest... but please... you have to save Carly... she... she's the only thing I have that matters...
Freddie walked up to her, without saying a word he knelt beside her and joined her in prayer. Day after day they came in by morning and prayed long after lunch. At the sixth day Gibby ran in.
-Guys come quick! It's Carly! - he yelled
Both got up and ran to Carly's room, they saw Doctors and nurse run in as well...
To be continued...