I sighed and leaned against the wall. It was so boring here! I began to wonder how long I’d been kidnapped for. There really wasn’t any sense of time in here.
“Sammy? You don’t look so good,” Nixon said in concern. I shrugged. “I feel fine,” I lied.
The truth was that I felt dizzy and like I would puke at any second.
Nixon placed his hand against my forehead and worry exploded onto his features. “You’re REALLY hot,” he said.
I tried to shrug but suddenly felt to weak. Black splotches covered my vision. “Mm fi,” I slurred.
The world slowly turned black.
I collapsed.
***Nixon’s POV***
“Sam!” I caught her as she collapsed. “What happened?” Christofer yelled in panic. “She has a fever!” I cried.
What do we do? What do we do? WHAT DO WE DO?
Calm down Kenneth!
Her wound!
I looked at the head wound from when Max had punched her. My face drained of color. “What is it?” Andy asked, fear in his voice. “Her wound,” I choked out.
It was infected.
Badly.
They looked and Max gasped. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” he screamed. “Everybody back up and give Sam some room!” I commanded.
They obeyed.
I carried her into the bathroom. It was so tiny there was barely enough room for the two of us. I’d need the smallest person out there.
Christofer was too tall. Andy was too muscular. Alex was too tall. Jordan, Max, or Bill. “Bill get your ass in here!” I yelled.
Bill hurried into the bathroom. “Everyone else stay out while we fix Sam!” I barked. Now was not the time for nice.
Bill and I got toilet paper and wet it with water. We began to work on cleaning Sam’s wound. She whimpered in her sleep. Poor kid! I pinched around it, squeezing the pus out and wiping it away.
God her wound was infected so badly! It took us a while until I was only squeezing red blood out of the wound. I placed a wet piece of the toilet paper over the wound and Bill tied it with his bandana.
Next, her fever.
We placed the cold water on Sam’s head for what must have been hours. She was so weak and pale and yet her forehead was so hot. Would her dad try to save her? Would they take her to a hospital?
Oh course they wouldn’t. That would give away the fact that they had kidnapped her.
This was all Max’s fault!
I was so frustrated right now. “Easy Nixon!” Bill cried as Sam whimpered again. I eased up on the pressure I had been applying to wet her forehead.
“Sorry Bill,” I muttered. “It’s okay dude,” he said sympathetically.
Finally, finally! Sam’s fever had appeared to go down. I carried her gently out to the main room.
The other boys looked at us in concern. “She’s okay,” I whispered. They exhaled loudly. Sam had curled up on my lap and was snoring gently.
I was so happy she was okay. Relief coursed through me as I looked down at her sleeping and alive form.
