I KNOW ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE MY LAST UPDATE. ITS BEEN A ROUGH COUPLE OF WEEKS AND I'VE BEEN LACKING INSPIRATION. I'M NOT SURE IF ANYBODY IS STILL ENJOYING THE STORY SINCE I GOT ON ONE REVIEW FOR MY LAST CHAPTER AND IT WAS FROM SOMEONE NEW. THANK YOU TO THE NEW READER IT HELPED ME KICK IT BACK INTO GEAR.
Sam could hear hushed voices around her. It sound like her mom and Mike they sounded upset. Sam wasn't understanding why they would be in her room talking quietly. She slowly opened her eyes and was assaulted by fluorescent light. Feet shuffled to the side of her bed and she felt a warm hand gently rest on hers.
"Sam, honey?" her moms voice softly questioned.
Sam's eyes started to adjust to the light. She realized that she was not in her room at home but somewhere else. There was an all to familiar beeping noise coming from her left. She turned her head and saw that her conclusion was right. She was in a hospital room. Sam looked back up to her mother with a confused face. She tried to remember how she got here but couldn't.
"Mom? What…..what happened?" Sam asked dryly.
"You don't remember. Sam..," her mother started to tear up. "you overdosed." Jane was now crying uncontrollably. She was happy that her daughter was alive but was devastated about how close she came to losing her daughter. Mike quickly walked around the bed to comfort his wife.
Sam was trying real hard to remember what happened but couldn't. A doctor came in to check on her.
"Hello Samantha, how are you feeling?" the doctor picked up her chart and walked to the right side of her bed.
Sam realized that her stomach was hurting, but not all that bad. "Fine, I guess." Sam looked up to him.
The doctor looked up to Jane and Mike. "I'm sorry but I need you to step out for a bit. She is an adult now and that means I can't discuss anything with you unless your daughter decides that it is ok."
"We'll be right back Sam," Jane squeezed Sam's hand for reassurance. They then left the room closing the door behind them.
"Do you remember anything Sam?" the doctor set down the chart and pulled a seat over for himself.
"No…I'm trying but I still don't remember," Sam looked over to him sadly.
"Well, we pumped your stomach. You hand ingested a lot of painkillers and alcohol. Your friend and sister brought you in. Your friend believed that you were raped so we also did a pelvic exam. There were signs of sexual trauma. We had to wait till now though before we offered the Morning After Pill."
Sam remembered the assault and how she had driven to Becca's. She remembered that she started to drink and take some drugs but she couldn't remember how much. She started to cry. The pain and trauma from the rape were overwhelming for her.
The doctor pushed the nurse button and when the nurse came he asked her to bring in a cup of water and the pill. The nurse returned a few minutes later. Sam had calmed down long enough to swallow the pill. The doctor looked at her.
"Sam I can't tell you parents about the sexual assault that is up to you. Let one of the nurses know if you want to report it and they can let the police know. Ok?"
Sam nodded her head. She just wanted to sleep, but she knew her mom and Mike would be back.
The doctor left and Jane entered.
"Where's Mike?" Sam quietly asked her mother and Jane sat in the seat next to her bed.
"He wasn't able to take the day off tomorrow so he went home to get some sleep," Jane placed her hand on the thin hospital blanket.
"That's ok, you should go home and get some rest I'm not going anywhere," Sam suggested.
"I can stay, I'll be fine," Jane reassured her daughter. Sam could tell that her mom was still worried that Sam might do something if she left.
"Seriously mom, I was going to go to sleep anyway. Please go home and get rest. Nurses will be checking on me every hour anyway, ok?" Sam was verbally nudging her mom to leave.
"Ok, I'll go but I'll be back right away in the morning," Jane got up and leaned down to kiss Sam on the forehead. "Goodnight, Samantha." Her mom left the room.
Sam closed her eyes. Ten minutes went by and then an hour which the nurse came in to check on her, and she still was unable to fully rest. Her body was exhausted but her mind was running as if on a caffeine high. She continued to lay there with her eyes closed hoping that she would drift off.
The door quietly opened and Sam figured the nurse forgot something so she didn't even bother opening her eyes. Footstep sounded off the hard flooring of the room. The person made their way to the chair next to her bed. The metal legs of the chair scraped lightly across the floor and then creaked slightly as weight was placed on the small metal frame.
"God Sammy, why? Why would you do this?" Brooke's voice shattered the silence.
Sam didn't want to have this discussion, so she kept he eyes closed.
The metal legs of the chair scratched the floor as the as Brooke scooted closer to the bed. Brooke laid her hand on top of Sam's. She hadn't realized how cold her hands where until Brooke's warm hand gave her hand a small squeeze.
"There is so much I want to tell you, but I was afraid that it would scare you even farther away from me," Brooke paused. "I love you Sam."
Sam's mind tried to rationalize what Brooke had said. She loves you like a sister don't get carried away. She doesn't love you the same way that you love her.
Brooke continued on with her confession, interrupting Sam's inner thoughts. "I love you Sam, but not in a sisterly way. I love you. I wish I was there you catch you when you fell. It's been hurting me to see you hurting, and not letting me it."
Sam thought her mind was playing a trick on her. Did she say NOT in sisterly way. No she said a sisterly way. It's exhaustion talking, Sam, nothing more. Sam waited for Brooke to say something more, to clear up her confusion, but clarity didn't come.
"Goodnight Sam, see you in the morning," Brooke squeezed Sam's hand one more time before leaving the room. Sam drifted off to sleep a few minutes later.
Brooke met up with Becca in the lobby. They drove in silence the whole way back to Brooke's house. Becca put the car into park allowing Brooke to exit. Brooke had taken a step out of the car before turning around to Becca.
"It was nice to meet you, even under these bad circumstances," Brooke gave a small smile.
Becca returned the smile and Brooke continued to get out of the car. "Oh, wait a sec," Becca caused Brooke to pause and look back into the car. Becca was writing something on a piece of paper. She then stretched her hand, with the paper, out to Brooke. "My number, so you can call me if you need to talk. I figure we can be good friends." Brooke took the paper and closed the door.
Brooke laid on her bed and stared up to the ceiling. Brooke you such a coward, telling Sam how you feel as she slept. No you did a good thing, she doesn't need this drama and emotional crap at this time. I can wait. I've been waiting. This time I will be there for her even if she hates me for it.
Brooke sat up in her bed and before she forgot she plugged Becca number in to her phone. She really needed to talk to someone. Becca knew her feelings about Sam. She wished they had talked in the car on the way over, but she knew that Becca was trying to be kind about the situation. She was about to call the number but caught sight of the time on the clock and though otherwise. She didn't need Becca to think she was clingy and in need of a friend only to vent to. She decided to go to sleep and call her in the morning for coffee and then they could head over to the hospital to see Sam.
She didn't bother to change into her pajamas, instead she crawled under her bedding and hugged onto her body pillow. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to take over.
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