Death Hotline [AweSamPonk]

Chapter Two

-*5:30 PM that night*-

>* ring... ring... ring... *<

"Hello? This is Ponk."

"Ponk... it's S-Sam..."

"Sam! I was afraid you wouldn't call, how are you feeling? Are you doing better?"

"I... I don't know... I-I hurt myself..."

"You hurt yourself? How did you do that? Are you ok? Do I need to call an ambulance for you?"

"Mhh- N-no... it's just my a-arms..."

"Hang on, let me come over-. I know it's abrupt, but I may he able to help you better in person."

"N-no! I look... terrible... You don't need to c-come over... I'm... ok... you needn't worry... I'm doing better..."

"Are you sure, Sam? It wouldn't be any trouble for me to stop by. It's sort of on my way home, anyways."

"No... just talking is fine..." *an audible sniff can be heard, signaling he recently stopped crying*

"Oh- ok. I'm going to head home now, could I call you back once I reach home?"

"Mhmm, go ahead. D-drive safe."

-- After Ponk got home, he called Sam back, and they had a nice conversation. As the night progressed, Sam grew more comfortable with talking to Ponk, he began to open up a little. --