First Imprint Sam's Story.

Chapter 9: Visitors

A/N - I know this is Sam's story, but I had to do this chapter from a different perspective. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think.

Chapter 9 - Visitors

Emily's POV

The first thing I heard was a beeping noise. It was steady, but seemed to increase lightly as I became more aware of my surroundings. Then I felt the pain. It wasn't bad, but it was dull and constant.

"Emily, honey?" I heard the voice of my Aunt Sue. I tried to respond, but I felt like I was tied down to a thousand weights and I was unable to move. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't get the energy to do so. "Em, can you hear me? Your parents are on their way."

That was the last I heard before the darkness consumed me again. The next thing I heard were male voices, two guys and a voice I recognized as my uncle's.

"Any change?" One of the guys asked.

"Not yet. We thought she was waking up earlier but she's under so many drugs I doubt she'll be coherent for a while." My uncle answered. "Listen, why don't you boys go home. We'll let you know if anything changes."

"I can't," replied the other guy before adding, "I'm under orders."

"Any word from Sam?" My uncle asked.

"I let him know that she was alive, and that she had a broken rib, a torn rotator cuff, and some nerve damage to the face, but that was all we knew. He's still too upset to change," The first guy answered.

"Jared, Paul...you guys look exhausted. It's 3 o'clock in the morning. If you won't go home, why don't you go in the waiting room and try to get some sleep. I'll let you know if there's any change."

I tried to focus on who Jared and Paul were and why they would be waiting to hear news about me. I then remembered that they were the two guys who followed Sam around a lot. I didn't even have a chance to think about what they said about my injuries before the darkness pulled me under again. The next time I woke, it was to hear my mother's sobs and my father's low voice as he spoke to the doctor.

"What's the prognosis?"

"She'll need to have physical therapy done on her shoulder to regain full mobility. We repaired the cuff, so she shouldn't have too many problems with it. Unfortunately there is not a lot we can do for the nerve damage in her face. She was lucky the bear didn't hit her eye directly."

"What about the rest of her face?" My mother sobbed quietly.

"Your insurance doesn't cover what they consider cosmetic surgery," the doctor answered, disdain in his voice. "The right side of her body will be heavily scarred. But once she heals, there are options out there she can explore to reduce her scars, laser surgery for one. However, with the extent of damage, it'll be very expensive to try to correct."

Again, I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke again, I sensed that it was late at night. I could tell by the quietness of the hospital. I heard a person crying quietly next to my bed and felt someone holding my hand. Whoever it was had very hot skin.

The sound was heart breaking and made me want to cry too. Summoning up all the strength I had, I tried to open my eyes. One eye felt like it was glued shut and I was able to register that something was covering that eye. I opened my other eye and had to close it again immediately as my eye hurt from seeing light for the first time in a while.

"Emily?" A tear choked voice asked.

I focused again and opened my eye. Holding my hand with tears running down his face was Sam. His tortured expression made me flinch and I had to close my eye again. I felt him release my hand and I reached up to touch his face, to reassure him, but I didn't feel anything.