Sam sat upright in her bed and regretted it immediately. She struggled to focus, the room around her was blurry, she couldn't make out faces. "I need a bucket" she announced to anyone who could hear her. She reached down to cushion her stomach, it hurt a lot.
Just as she thought she was about to loose it she felt something being pressed against her. She grabbed it, held it under her face and threw up. But it hurt. She screamed out in pain and let go of the bowl as her hands scrambled down to her stomach.
There were suddenly heaps of people surrounding her, trying to stop her from touching herself. "She's torn the stitches" she thought she heard one of them say. "Sam listen to me...." Was that Gary? "Bucket!!" She called again. This time there was someone behind her, someone in front of her and someone both sides of her. They were all holding her and doing god knows what, but this time it didn't hurt so much.
She went to slump back in the bed but fell into strong arms and was lowered down gently. Most of the people disappeared. There was one beside her holding her hand, Gary right? Then there was one that pulled up her gown. She felt exposed in her paper underwear, and tightened her grip on Gary's hand.
She felt a sharp sting, then a pull, she hissed in pain. "I think your hurting her" yep, Gary. There was a jab then she felt nothing.
**a/n that was kinda draggy and boring, next one soon :) **
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FanfictionGary Barlow fanfic, please don't hate me for this :( it's a bit mean and up and down but it will end!
