A/N 1: Spring Break means I have a little more time to write, but I still have a lot of other papers to catch up on so maybe I'll get another chapter out soon.
A/N 2: I want to thank all of you who review because it keeps me thinking about updating the story.
I hope you enjoy! All mistakes are mine.
Becca and Brooke had been chatting for a few hours. Brooke was telling Becca about all the high school drama that Sam and Brooke started after finding out that their parents were getting married. Brooke realized now how ridiculous most of their fighting really was.
"Oh how I wish I could have witnessed these events." Becca chuckled to herself. "My school drama ends up with someone getting the cops called on them. Fights at my school turn into fist fights and are more scary than entertaining."
"Well there was a food fight once, but honestly it ended up being fun, well until we had to clean it up," Brooke smiled as she thought back to that day.
"I think all food fights no matter why they started in the first place, end up being turned into something fun." Becca smiled back.
Sam still was out cold after her freak out, and Brooke had no intention of leaving until she talked to Sam and made sure she was going to be alright. As their conversation came to a lull there was a knock on the door before it opened and Jane walked in.
The girls turned and smiled at her. Jane smiled back but the smile faltered when she saw that Sam was not awake.
"Did something happen?" Jane whispered not wanting to wake the slumbering brunette.
"I think she had a flashback of some sort. She was hurting herself so the nurses gave her something to calm down and it caused her to fall asleep." Brooke responded. She left out the part of the flashback being the rape. It wasn't her part to tell Jane it was for Sam to tell not her.
Jane approached her daughter's bed, worried.
Becca saw this as her time to leave seeing that there were only two chairs and Brooke wouldn't be alone now, plus her mother would be expecting her home soon. She got up from her chair.
"Mrs. McQueen, please sit." Becca pushed the chair over to the woman. "I need to get going anyway, my mother is expecting me home to help make dinner." Becca turned to Brooke who was also now standing. "If you need someone to talk to my phone is always on, okay." Becca opened her arms up and approached the blonde for a hug. Brooke nodded her head and returned the hug.
When they pulled apart Becca waved to Jane and Brooke before heading out of the room. "Tell Sam I'll see her tomorrow and that I'm sorry that I couldn't stick around."
When Becca left the room Jane took a seat and Brooke also sat back down.
"How long has she been out?" Jane spoke softly.
"A few hours, but the nurse said she could wake up anytime now," Brooke smiled softly.
"That's good. She looks so peaceful." Jane looked down at her sleeping daughter and without looking up she added, "Did she speak to you at all about what happened?"
Brooke knew quite a bit but Sam didn't share anything with her so she answered Jane's question as truthfully as she could. "No she didn't. We didn't talk too much before they had to sedate her."
Before Jane could respond Sam started to stir.
"Sam, honey?" Jane said softly.
Sam slowly awoke, her eyes trying to focus with the bright lights of the room. She clamped them shut.
"Who brought the fucking sun into my room?" Sam voice rasped thick with sleep.
"Samantha! Language!" Jane gasped and swatted the girls arm. Brooke tried to hold back laugh.
Sam opened one eye and looked to were her mom sat. "It was the drugs talking." She offered as an answer.
"Sure it was." Jane couldn't help but smile.
Sam finally opened up her other eye and looked over at Brooke who had been sitting quietly during the mother and daughter exchange.
"Sorry, Brooke," Sam spoke directly to Brooke.
"For what?" Brooke was confused as to why Sam kept apologizing to her.
"I'm sorry I freaked out earlier when you were talking to me," Sam explained, slightly embarrassed about the whole thing. She probably thinks I'm crazy now.
Brooke shook her head. "You really need to stop apologizing. You do not need to apologize for any of this. I was worried, Sam. I'm the one who should apologize for pushing the conversation the way it did. I just want you to know that I'm here when you are ready to talk." Brooke placed her hand on top of Sam's as a form of comfort and support.
"The same goes for me Sam, if you want to talk, I'm here also." Jane spoke up. She had some unshed tears in her eyes touched by Brooke support and understanding. She realized then that Sam and Brooke's rivalry relationship was on its way to amends and that maybe they wouldn't always be at each other's throat.
There was a small comfortable silence before Jane broke the silence. "What clothes do you want me to bring you tomorrow for when we bring you home?"
"I honestly don't care, as long as it's comfortable."
"Okay, but whatever I pick you can't get upset, since you weren't being specific." Jane jokingly warned.
Sam glanced around and then frowned. "Did Becca leave?"
"Yeah she left not too long ago, you've been out for awhile. She told me to tell you that she would see you tomorrow," Brooke answered her seeing the frown leave Sam's face.
"You should go get some food and rest Brooke. You've been here all day," Jane spoke up when she realized how long Brooke had been in this room.
"I'm fine, Jane." Brooke insisted.
"Brooke you should go, you get the bathroom all to yourself for one more day might as well enjoy it." Sam joked. She didn't want to see Brooke go but she could tell the girl was tired and she didn't want the blonde's exhaustion to be her fault.
"Good point," Brooke smirked. She didn't want to leave either but she knew that with both women wanting her to go she didn't stand a chance of arguing. "I'll see you tomorrow." She waved goodbye and walked from the room.
Right after Brooke left a nurse walked in to check on her.
"Do you think you could keep something down? Like pudding perhaps?" The nurse wrote a few things down in the chart.
"I could try, but I'm not very hungry. My stomach is still a little iffy." Sam placed her hand on her stomach.
"Honey, you should at least try" Jane spoke up.
"Fine, I'll try."
"Would you like chocolate or vanilla?" the nurse asked, waiting by the door.
"Vanilla, sounds good," Sam responded. Sounds good? Ugh, I'm pretty sure I'm just going to throw it up.
The nurse went to go get the pudding, leaving the mother and daughter alone.
"You should also go. I'm pretty tired even though apparently I slept all afternoon. I'm afraid my company would be lacking." Sam looked to her mom. Please agree. Please.
"Okay Sam, but I'll be back right away in the morning to come and get you. Make sure you eat and rest." Jane stood up and leaned down to kiss her daughter on the forehead. "Love you"
Sam smiled.
Jane left the room, leaving Sam alone with her thoughts.
Why does Brooke have to be so understanding about all this. I would rather have her yelling at me and chastising me for putting everyone through my shit. I probably deserve to be yelled at truthfully but it wouldn't change how crappy I feel. Sam ran her fingers through her hair. Yuck, grease city I need a shower badly. Oh God I haven't showered. Sam started to hyperventilate, realizing that she still had him on her. There was a bed pan on the table next to her bed and she quickly grabbed it as she felt her stomach turn.
She started to wretch, but not much was coming out. She hadn't had much of anything except for the fluids that they kept pumping into her. Her body was in panic mode again and she could stop herself from dry heaving. She was glad that both her mother and Brooke had left because she would have been completely embarrassed if they had to witness this. She hated pity and she knew that they would be feeling sorry for her. As if the situation wasn't already bad, the nurse had come back with her pudding and upon see the girl sick , rushed to her bed side.
"Just breath," the nurse coach trying to get the girl to call down.
After about 5 more minutes of dry heaving, Sam was finally able to calm down enough.
"I don't think you are ready for food just yet. I'm going to go fetch you some ice chips and some more fluids for your I.V. Just keep taking deep breaths." The nurse quickly left.
Breath Sam, just breath. She kept the mantra going in her head till the nurse returned with the ice chips. The nurse set them next to Sam.
"Do you know what caused the heaving?" the nurse replaced her i.v. bag with a new one.
Sam stayed quiet. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to share. The last thing she wanted to do was get her head shrinked by a psychologist. The nurse was waiting for an answer, so she shook her head no, hoping that the nurse wouldn't push it.
"Well, we can try getting some food in you before you leave tomorrow but for tonight stick to the ice chips and get some more rest." The nurse grabbed the pudding before leaving.
Sam knew there was no way she would be sleeping anytime soon so she clicked on the tv. Each time a nurse came in she would pretend to be asleep, so that they wouldn't feel the need to suggest she stay another night. Around 4 in the morning her eye were starting to become sore to keep open so she decided to rest them for a bit.
Darkness and silence engulfed her as her body relaxed into a dream state. Sam felt as if she was walking through mud. Everything was spinning around her as if she just consumed too much alcohol and mind numbing drugs. A couch appeared next to her so she sat down hoping that sitting would help with the spinning and that it would help clear her vision. She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them she realized she was trapped underneath something heavy. She was on her back but couldn't move. That is when she heard his voice and felt his breath on her neck. Panic started to overwhelm her senses and she tried to get free but the weight morphed into his body and it was not moving. She punched and clawed but it was as if her hands moved right through him and he smiled down at her seeming to enjoy her struggle.
She tried to scream but nothing came out. It was like someone hit the mute button on her voice. More panic and now she was full out panicking and started to thrash to get free. There was movement out of the corner of her eye and she turned to look. It was Brooke. Sam tried to yell help but nothing. Sam realized then that Brooke wasn't going to help her. Brooke was looking at her in utter disgust. Brooke was disgusted with her, disgusted in her life choices. Brooke started to fade away leaving Sam trapped, with her monsters. Sam felt as if she was suffocating and she was having a hard time breathing.
Wake up Sam! Wake yourself up now! Sam struggled to wake up but she finally did and she bolted up in her hospital bed trying to catch her breath. Her body and mind were still exhausted but she was not going to fall asleep anytime soon. She laid back against the thin mattress. She needed something to help with the nightmares and the only thing that came to mind was what put her in the hospital in the first place. It was going to be hard to get now that her family would be keeping a close eye on her but she knew that is she wanted to sleep she would need something to do so.
She remembered Brooke's face in her dream. Brooke is only going to see me as drug/alcoholic who let herself get raped for drugs. I bet Becca told her about the deals that Jack makes for drugs. Fuck I need to get out of here.
As if her thoughts were heard, a nurse walked in.
"Good morning, ready to leave today?" the nurse smile checking her vitals.
"Hell yes. What time is it exactly? That stupid clock on the wall hasn't moved since I got here."
"It's 7 am" the nurse responded. "I'll be back in with some pudding. The nurse last night told me that you were sick and that you should try eating this morning before you leave." The nurse then left to go fetch the food.
Well, fuck. That nightmare was 3 hrs long? I need to get out of here.
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