A/N 1: So my break is over, it was technically over yesterday, but we got a blizzard out here and class was cancelled. Second, snow day this year. I'm not good with snow day's because I feel trapped, so I did some work I didn't get to and wrote this chapter. Oh...I also dug out my car. Why oh why did I chose to go to school here. Good news for you because you got a new chapter. Thanks to all the people who have reviewed the last few chapters. Your reviews are what have kept me wanting to keep up the updates.

All errors are mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

Enjoy!

Brooke arrived home from the hospital utterly exhausted. She dropped her bag on the kitchen counter and walked over to the refrigerator. She looked through its contents not finding anything that looked remarkable good to eat. As she was moving things around, she spotted a container of hummus. She grabbed the container and bottle of water, setting them on the counter and went in search for something to eat with the hummus. The cupboards were quite bear, in need of being restocked.

"We really need to go shopping," Brooke muttered to herself.

She found a box of wheat thins behind the cheerios and grabbed it before collecting the rest of her meal. Not wanting to sit at the counter she took her food into the tv room and plopped down onto the couch. She turned the television on looking for distraction, because whenever she was left with her thoughts all she could think about was Sam, Sam's freak out that is. That was the last thing she wanted to think about. She stopped her channel surfing on a channel playing a marathon of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Brooke munched on her food and watched the show.

"Buffy and Faith, most definitely have a thing going on," Brooke spoke to herself and the television.

After fifteen minutes her eyes started to droop and she drifted off to sleep with the show continuing in the background. Brooke was standing in an empty hallway, which was quite dark except for a light that shined from under the door at the end of the hallway. She could hear muffled voices and then someone yelled for help. On instinct Brooke started for the door but the hallway seemed to get longer and she was nowhere near reaching the door. The person continued to cry out for help and she tried to run but her body wasn't responding.

She was starting to become frustrated at the speed she was going and continued to force herself to speed up. She finally reached out her arm in hopes that it would propel her towards the door. The next time she blinked she was at the door and the voices on the other side were louder than before. Just as she was reaching for the door knob the door opened up on its own and she stepped in. Not sure what she was expecting to find, but it was definitely not this. It was Sam being attacked she could see Sam's face but only the back of the figure attacking her.

Sam was pleading for him to stop as tears escaped her eyes. Brooke tried to move towards the brunette but her feet wouldn't budge. She looked at Sam with scared eyes. No this is not fair, I'm here I can save her. Brooke thrashed around screaming in rage she needed to move but still was unable to. Brooke realized now that the man was gone and now it was her watching Sam consuming her pills and alcohol. Brooke couldn't stop her and started to cry and scream. NO! Please Sam, don't do this. No no no.

Brooke bolted up from the couch her breathing erratic. Just a dream. Only a dream. It was only a dream yet it was also what happened and in both cases she couldn't stop either thing from helping. She realized the room was dark and someone had put a blanket on her at some point. Brooke swung her legs off the sofa and tried to calm her breathing some more. She was unsure of the time but knew that she wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon.

She pulled the blanket from her body before standing up. Her limbs were sore, which she could only guess had to do with her thrashing during her dream and sleeping on the couch. She stretched and made her way out to the kitchen to get some water. As she drank a whole glass of water, she glanced at the time on the microwave, it read 6:45. She assumed that it was the morning since she got home later than that last night.

"Oh!" A voice spoke from behind Brooke, startling her. Brooke turned towards the voice. "Brooke, you startled me, and it looks like I startled you. Sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to be up."

"It's okay Jane. I just woke up." Brooke set her glass into the sink.

"Well I'm going to make some coffee and eat before I shower." Jane started for the coffee maker. "Did you want some coffee? Or food?"

"I'll take some coffee, but after I shower." Brooke responded and started for the stairs, but stopped to ask one question before hand. "What time are you going to go pick up Sam?"

"I plan on picking her up right at 8? Did you want to come with me?"
"I would, but I should probably go to school today," Brooke said sadly.

"Okay, well I won't be there that long anyway."
Brooke started to ascend the stairs but Jane stopped her.

"Oh, Brooke, do you think you could pick out some clothes I could bring Sam?"

"Sure, I'll do that after my shower." Brooke finished walking up the stairs and headed through the bathroom door.

She emerged 20 minutes later, refreshed. She quickly got changed before heading for Sam's bed room. When she entered she felt as if she shouldn't be in there. Yes, she's been in here many times but only when Sam's also been in the room. She felt as if she was snooping in Sam's belonging. She made her way over to the closet and pulled open the doors. She tried to think what Sam would want to wear knowing that Sam didn't wear half the things in her wardrobe anymore, because of the scars. The scars, that were meant for her, not Sam. She ended up grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a grey long sleeve shirt. She figured that Sam would want something comfortable to wear.

She was ready to walk out of the room when she realized that Sam would also need underwear, a bra and some socks. As if I don't feel nosey enough. She walked over to the dresser that was against the far wall. She opened the first draw which was the sock and pajama drawer. She grabbed a pair of ankle socks, before closing the drawer and opening the one below. There she found the underwear and bras. She hesitated unsure of which she should grab, realizing that if Sam complained about the choice that Jane would tell her that Brooke picked them out and that made Brooke anxious. Stop being silly and just pick something already. Brooke decided to go the safe route with boy shorts and a black cotton bra. As she closed the drawer, she tried to get rid of the image of all the surprisingly sexy lingerie that Sam own. It was something she would have never guessed, and now it was something that she was having a hard time repressing.

She quickly left the room and went down the stairs, clothes in hand. Jane wasn't there so Brooke assumed that she was in the shower. She set the clothes on the counter and left a note for Jane to tell her she was leaving and that she would be back right after school.

The rest of the day Brooke had a hard time concentrating. She wished that she was back home with Sam, but since she wasn't, she decided to help by making sure that Sam got everything she would need to catch back up. Surprisingly, it seemed that Sam's grades had not suffered and she was only behind by very little. She still had hours to go before she could head home, and staring at the clock wasn't doing her any favors.

Sam choked down a few spoonfuls of the pudding. She almost puked it back up but forced herself to keep it down. The last thing she wanted was them to have an excuse for her to stay another night in the hospital. The nurses were unhooking her from the machines and the fluids so that when her mom came she would be ready to go. The doctor came by also to do a quick check before she was discharged. It was an hour since she woke up from her nightmare and she was even more exhausted after having so much happen in a short amount of time so she relaxed and watched some morning news.

"Good Morning, Samantha." Her mom walked in with a smile on her face.

Sam returned it with a stiffer one, but she was definitely happy to see her mom because now she could leave. Jane set a bag at the foot of the bed. Sam slowly made her way out of the bed and when Jane tried to help her, Sam shooed her away. Realizing that Sam wouldn't want her help Jane decided to take a seat.

"Brooke picked out the clothes in the bag this morning, hopefully they are okay." Jane spoke as Sam emptied the bag onto the bed. She was happy to find sweats and a long-sleeve shirt. Her face got really red, when she saw her undergarments and realized that Brooke picked them out. Brooke picked out boyshorts and a cotton bra. She went through my lingerie drawer. Oh my God! Brooke went through my lingerie drawer. If I went through her drawer I would probably have a heart attack, but that is me and it's because I like her. For her she probably didn't even think about it and just grabbed practical undergarments. Sam realized that she had not moved from the spot, frozen with the clothes in her hands.

"Sam, is everything fine? Did I forget something?" Jane stood up and approached her.

"No everything is fine." Sam shook her head and walked away from her mom to the bathroom.

Sam changed quickly and exited the bathroom.

"Let's get out of here." Sam went to the side of the bed where the belongings she had been wearing when they brought her in and grabbed the shoes. She sat in the other chair and put her shoes on.

"Samantha, slow down." Jane spoke and stood up from her chair. She walked over to the bag of dirty clothes picking it up knowing that Sam probably would just leave it there.

"Well, I've been lying in a bed for too long. The last thing I want to do is go slow." Sam stood up and headed for the door.

Jane trailed behind her. Sam forced herself not to run from the hospital, even though that was exactly what she wanted to do. Sam stopped at the nurse's station knowing that her mom needed to sign her out. Sam tapped her foot as her mom signed and dated a few forms. When her mom was finished she realized she really didn't know which way to go to get out, so she let her mom take the lead this time. Jeez, Sam you wanted to run and you didn't even know where the exit was or were your mom parked the car. Jane was definitely not going as fast as she wanted to be moving. She just wanted to get that shower, burn her clothes, and hopefully find something that would help her sleep.

A/N 2: Sam may end up relapsing, but the question is will she get away with it? Please leave a review, they make my day. :)

A/N 3: I hope to get another chapter up soon, but this week is going to be hell and I'm sure the next will also be just as horrible. I've been shocking myself at how much I've been able to update recently.