The Hospital (Sam and colby)

was it all for nothing?

 Colby's eyes cracked open, the world around him a haze of darkness and confusion. He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy, like he was fighting against an invisible force. "Amanda?" he croaked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I'm here," she said, her voice shaky but firm. "I did it. I banished the malevolent force. It's over."Colby's eyes searched the darkness, finding hers. They were bloodshot, but filled with hope. "Sam... we need to get to the hospital."Her face fell, the gravity of their situation crashing down upon her. "Oh, Colby," she murmured, "I forgot to tell you. I tried to save him, but i'm not sure if he made it."Colby felt a cold sweat break out over his forehead, his chest tightening. "Sam?" he choked out, his voice trembling. "What happened to him?""I-I don't know," Amanda stuttered, her grip on his hand tightening. "He was hurt so badly. I had to focus on getting rid of that... that thing. I couldn't keep my hold on him too."Colby felt a surge of panic. He had to get to Sam. Now. He tried to stand, his legs wobbly beneath him. The room spun for a moment, but he pushed through it. "We have to go," he insisted, his voice stronger than he felt.Amanda helped him to his feet, her eyes filled with worry. "We will," she assured him, "but first, we need to gather our strength." She led him to the hallway, where they both sat heavily. The adrenaline from the battle was wearing off, leaving them drained.Colby nodded, his thoughts racing. He had to hold it together for Sam. "What... what was that thing?" he asked, his voice still weak."A demon," Amanda replied, her eyes reflecting the horror she'd faced. "It was feeding off our fears, our pain. It was so strong."Colby nodded, his mind racing. He had to believe that Sam was okay. "We need to get to the hospital," he said again, pushing himself up from the floor. His legs protested, but he ignored the pain.Amanda looked at him with a mix of exhaustion and determination. "Yes," she agreed, "but we can't go in this condition. We need to get cleaned up, grab some supplies." She gestured to the abandoned hospital room, where a flicker of light revealed the mess they'd left behind in their desperate battle.They stumbled through the darkness, Colby leaning heavily on Amanda for support. The corridor was eerily quiet, the echoes of their footsteps the only sound. The air was thick with the smell of burnt fabric and ozone, a testament to the otherworldly energy that had filled the space just moments before.As they reached the exit, the cold night air slapped them in the face like a harsh reality check. The abandoned building's door creaked open, and they stepped out into the parking lot, the moon casting a silver glow on the cracked asphalt. The car, a beacon of hope, sat where they'd left it, untouched amidst the chaos.Colby took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. The urgency to get to the hospital was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. With Amanda's help, he stumbled to the car, each step feeling like a mile. She unlocked the door and helped him into the passenger seat, her movements quick and efficient despite her own fatigue.As she got behind the wheel, she gave him a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "We're going to be okay," she said, starting the engine. The headlights pierced the darkness, casting a narrow path before them as they pulled out of the lot.The drive to the hospital was a blur of streetlights and shadowy buildings passing by. Colby's mind was a tornado of worry for Sam, his thoughts jumbling together in a desperate plea for answers. He clutched his phone, the screen displaying no new messages or calls. The silence was deafening."I'm sorry," Amanda said, her eyes on the road ahead. "I did everything I could."Colby nodded, his gaze fixed on the passing streetlights. Each one was a stark reminder of the time ticking away, the seconds feeling like hours as they drove to the hospital. The silence in the car was suffocating, a thick blanket of dread that neither of them could shake off.Finally, they arrived at the emergency room, the bright lights washing over them as they stumbled out of the car. Colby's legs were wobbly, but he found the strength to run inside, Amanda following closely behind. The sterile smell of the hospital hit him like a wall, a stark contrast to the stale, burnt odor of the building they'd just left.A nurse at the front desk looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of them. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and surprise."Sam," Colby gasped, "We need to find Sam. He was brought in yesterday, he should be in the icu."The nurse nodded, her expression shifting to one of professional calmness. "Follow me," she instructed, leading them through the labyrinth of hallways, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the linoleum floor. Each turn brought them closer to Sam, and with it, Colby's hope grew, despite the ache in his heart.They reached the ICU, the doors whooshing open to reveal a world of beeping machines and muted conversations. The antiseptic smell grew stronger, and the sight of patients hooked up to various tubes and monitors was a stark contrast to the chaos they'd just left behind. The nurse led them to a room at the end of the corridor, the number 312 stenciled on the door in stark white.Colby's hand trembled as he reached for the handle, his heart racing. He pushed the door open and his eyes immediately found Sam, lying unchanged in the hospital bed. The beeping of the machines provided a steady rhythm, a morbid lullaby that offered no comfort. The boy's chest rose and fell with the forced breaths from the ventilator, his skin pale and waxy.A wave of despair washed over him, and his legs gave out. He collapsed to the floor, his knees hitting the cold tiles with a thud. "Sam," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, wake up."The room was stark and sterile, a stark contrast to the warmth and life that Sam usually brought to any space he occupied. The monitors beeped in a steady rhythm, the only sound in the room that dared to break the silence. Colby's vision blurred with unshed tears as he stood up and took in the tubes and wires that covered Sam's body, a silent testament to the gravity of his condition.With a trembling hand, Colby reached out to touch Sam's cold, clammy skin. His eyes searched for any sign of movement, any flicker of consciousness that would indicate that his friend was still with them. But there was none. Only the mechanical rise and fall of his chest, the ventilator's hiss a haunting reminder of the battle they'd lost.The weight of it all was too much to bear, and Colby's knees gave way. He crumpled to the floor beside the bed, his face buried in his hands as he began to sob. The sobs grew louder, echoing off the cold, sterile walls of the ICU room. His shoulders heaved with the force of his grief, each breath a ragged, painful gasp.

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