𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒

fourty-nine

sam didn't care, she immediately crawled through the gate that had formed in the middle of the creel house. steve, robin, and nancy following right after her.

she wasted no time to sprint up the stairs, and into the attic. and she wished she had stayed behind with her sister.

max laid in lucas' arms, clearly unconscious. blood was dripping from both of her under eyes, her actual eyes were fogged over, and her limbs were in different directions.

sam let out a scream as she saw her sister. her family, her life, her joy was gone. steve immediately rushed up behind his girlfriend seeing the same sight.

sam walked steadily to her sister, stepping over the gate. her sobs had now filled the room around her. she felt sick, no, she felt worse than sick. she felt like she died. it was like billy's death all over again.

"what...what happened?" she questioned, moving to sit under her sister's limp body.

"jason...he came. he wouldn't let me, and her walkman...and then..." lucas sobbed, attempting to explain all what happened.

sam looked over, spotting max's broken walkman. following the gate to see two pieces of jason lying on the wooden floor.

"call...call an ambulance. now!" sam ordered, brushing max's called hair behind her ears.

"erica...she...she did." lucas sniffled.

silence fell as sam sobbed over her sister. she didn't have words. her ability to speak was ripped away when he eyes laid upon the sight of max. she couldn't think, the room was spinning. she couldn't breathe in the room.

"sam...i tried. i did...i was protecting her." lucas sobbed. sam opening her arms, hugging the boy.

she couldn't find the words of what to say to him. her mind was blank. she didn't blame him, was all she knew.

and then, the paramedics ran into the room. they helped bring max down into the box, sam climbing in with her sister. it was all moving slow motion for sam. she felt emotionally paralyzed.

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max went into surgery for three consecutive days. they worked on her limbs, and then on other injuries. and for the most part, lucas and sam were the only ones who stayed nights and nights on end.

they took turns so one could go home and shower, grab some necessities, and then return back to the hospital. sam's mom hadn't shown up since the night she got the call.

it killed sam to look at max. she had many casts on and it everyday nearly made sam sob hard again.

steve visited everyday for a couple of hours. he spends it consoling sam, or helping sam decorate the room for when max awakes from her coma. he brought sam some clothes from days when she didn't want to leave max's side, ate lunch, and then whenever lucas arrived helped him sort through his own feelings.

"there is so many things i could've done differently. i could've stayed behind, i could've sacrificed myself, i could've taken less shifts to actually help max with her grief, and i could've helped her heal." sam spoke, messing with her braid.