Hunted

Limbo

*Samantha's POV*

     "Shouldn't she be awake by now?"...."It's hard to say. She...." I could hear their words floating around me, assaulting my body and penetrating my mind. I wanted so badly to scream that I was here, that I could hear them but I couldn't. I was a prisoner in my own body, unable to so much as open my eyes. "The likelyhood of her waking up without at least some brain damage is slim. She was dead for over 5 minutes." Dead? I..died? No, that can't be right. I was..with Oliver and then..and then what? I don't remember. "All we can do now is just wait and see. That is, if she even wakes up of course." "No! Please, I'm here!" I screamed as loud as I could, but no one heard me. I have to let them know; I have to get back to them, I thought and focused all my energy into trying to move my hand. A twitch, a tiny little twitch was all I could manage. "Doc..did you see that? She moved! She moved her hand!"..."That doesn't mean anything son. Probably just an involuntary muscle spasm. She's not here." You son of a..I am here dammit! Please...I sobbed as their words slowly became jumbled and I couldn't stay awake any longer.

*Oliver's POV*

     True to his word, the damn doctor admitted me to the psych ward for evaluation. I think it's completely stupid, but I know I have to play their game if I ever want to get out of here and see Sam. I'm glad Tyler stayed at the hospital as well since I'm not allowed to be with her right now.  When her heart stopped I wanted to die with her. I don't want to live in a world without her and I refuse to. They were able to bring her back, but it took a really long time and now they're saying she might have brain damage. I'm not scared though. She's strong, and I'm gonna take care of her no matter what happens.

"Oliver..answer the question." I blinked, confused and asked "What was the question again?" The doctor looked at me, disapproval written all over his face. "I said 'What are you thinking about right now?' ". I sighed, tired of people trying to get in my head and acting like they give a crap how I feel. "I was just thinking about Sam." I replied, keeping my tone as neutral as possible. "What about her?" he countered. "I don't know. I guess just everything that's happened. The attack, almost losing her..." I answered, refusing to look at him. "Do you know why you're here?" I rolled my eyes, putting every ounce of sarcasm into my reply, "Cause you think I'm batshit crazy?" He chucked and stood up, placing the top on his pen signifying the end of our session. "No, I don't think you're crazy. I just think you don't know the proper ways to deal with what's going on right now. You attacked and hurt two different people tonight. People that didn't do anything to you other than try to help you. I'm here to teach you healthier ways of coping and I can't release you until you can prove you won't hurt yourself or anyone else. It could take a few days, a few weeks, it all depends on you." he replied and walked out. A few weeks? No way in hell will I be here a few weeks, I thought as the nurse came in to escort me to my room. I set my shoulders, my mind racing with plans of escape the whole way back. I'm getting out of here tonight no matter what I have to do. Just try and stop me.

*Tyler's POV*

     "Yo this is Chester. Leave a message." The third time I've got his voicemail. I hung up, frustration building inside my chest. I've been trying to get in touch with him for the past hour to find out where they are but he's not answering. They should have been back by now and I'm worried that something's wrong. I paced back and forth in front of the windows in Sam's room. I haven't left her side since they took Oliver away. I don't want her to be alone when she wakes up. A knock at the door interrupted my inner monologue. The door swung open and a heavyset doctor walked in, a nervous look on his face. "Hello, I'm Dr. Stevens and I've been assigned Sam's case. I'm a neurologist, so I'll be observing her and running some tests to determine the condition of her brain. When her heart stopped, her brain stopped getting the amount of oxygen it needed and there's a high chance that as a result she might have suffered brain damage. Of course there's no way to know for sure until she wakes up but there are some tests we can run in the meantime to evaluate her brain functions. Do you have any questions for me before I begin?" I thought for a second then asked, "Shouldn't she be awake by now?" He shook his head, replying "It's hard to say. She's been through a lot and her body needs time to recuperate. The likelihood of her waking up without at least some brain damage is slim. She was dead for over 5 minutes after all." How could he be so nonchalant about this? He doesn't even care about her, just what he can learn from her. I looked over at Sam, as fragile looking as a china doll. I sat down beside her, trying my best to block out the incessant chatter of the doctor. From the corner of my eye I saw her hand move. Not much, just a little twitch. "Doc...did you see that? She moved! She moved her hand!" I shouted, excitement flooding my senses. "That doesn't mean anything son. Probably just an involuntary muscle spasm. She's not here."  he replied, shrugging his shoulders as he wrote some numbers down on her chart. I was fed up with this ass. She moved, and that's definitely a good sign. I don't care what he says. "Sam, it's me, Tyler. I know you can hear me. You can beat this, I know you can. Come back to us, please." I begged but she didn't move again. I laid my head back against the chair and closed my eyes,  prepared to wait as long as it took for her to wake up no matter how long that was.