Cut! Time! ( Holland Fanfic )

Part 15

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"I think I'm gonna puke again." You say and lean over the toilet, to once again puke.

Sam stands behind you and holds your hair back. Finally, you lean back and take a breath in. "Is it possible to pile up nothing?" You say.

"That's what you've been doing for the past 3 days Y/N." Sam says. "You should see a doctor."

"I'm just sick." You say and squint your eyes at the light.

"You've been puking every hour since New Years. That's not sick that's something wrong. You don't even have a fever." Sam sits down beside you and puts the back of his hand on your for head.

You rest you head on his shoulder and close your eyes. "You know, your the best boyfriend ever." You say.

Sam chuckles a bit but his smile fades quickly. "I know. But I'm not kidding we should get this checked out. Do you have any idea why your puking this much." Sam says and wraps an arm around you.

You shake your head. "No. If it was dairy my throat would of closed. And I have no other allergies. Maybe it was something from-" you stop talking mid sentence and sit up straight.

"What is it?" Sam asks, looking for alert.

"The New Years Eve party. I got up to go get a drink. Hannah was with me." You say and turn to face Sam.

"Would she do something like that? Especially to you?" He asks.

You shrug. "She's the top suspect in my fathers murder and you remember what happened in Atlanta. I was in the hospital for like three weeks."

You get another urge to puke so you crawl over to the toilet and leaned in. "We're going to the hospital then." Sam says and kneels down beside you.

"Okay." You quiver. "Fine with me."

Your in pyjama bottoms and have a hoodie on. Your hairs up and you have your glasses in. Sam helps you out of your apartment door and towards your car. You have a bucket just in case. Sam gets in the drivers seat and takes you to the nearest hospital.

"Shit, Tom's phoning me." Sam says and glances at his phone.

"Answer it, it will go through the car." You mumble and hold your stomach.

"What do you need Tom?" Sam answers and stops at a red light.

"Someone's cranky." Tom sasses back.

"Not so loud." You whisper and groan.

"Wait is that y/n, is she okay?" Tom asks now sounding really concerned.

"No. She's really sick, like puking every hour. I'm taking her to the hospital now." Sam sighs and glances at you. "Can I call you back?"

"Yeah yeah if corse, keep me updated." And with that Tom hand up.

"It's gonna be okay, Y/N, we're almost there." Sam says.

A few minutes later you pull up to the hospital. Sam helps out out of the car and in the doors to the E.R.

"Patient name?" The nurse asks when you guys walk in.

"Y/N L/N." Sam says and holds you up. "She's been puking non stop for three days but doesn't have any cold symptoms."

The nurse writes that down and looks back up at Sam. "No fever?"

"Not even a slight change from normal." Sam looks over at you and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Any idea of what it could be?"

"Um, a few days ago we got together with some friends. She may of ingested something." Sam says.

The nurse leads you guys to a private room and Sam leans you down on the bed. The nurse takes your temperature and some other things.

"The doctor will be down in a few minutes." The nurse says and closes the door when she leaves.

Sam sits down next to you and strokes your cheek. "It's going to be okay, y/n." His voice is shaky with this.

"Sam." You say. "Tell the doctors about my dads case and what happened. Because, because it may be connected." You whisper and groan.

Sam nods and holds your hand. "Okay."

The doctor comes in and does a brief examination. "Well, she doesn't have a cold, and antibiotics won't work. She defiantly ingested something. Does she have any allergies?"

"Yeah, she's allergic to Dairy but her throat closes up when she ingests it." Sam says and looks over at you. "Can I pull you aside?"

The doctor nods and him and Sam step out and a nurse walks in. "There's a murder case going on with her father. And her best friend is the primary suspect. A few months ago there was an attack and she was hospitalized with major injuries but the attacker was never found. We where at a party a few days ago and her friend was there. I'm scared that she slipped something into her drink."

The doctor nods and writes that down. "So you think this has something to do with her fathers case?" He asks.

Sam nods. "Yeah, it's been going on for months now."

"Okay. I'm running some tests now and I'm going to call the police about this. You stay by her side and don't leave for a second, you got that?" The doctor says to Sam.

Sam nods and steps back into the room. You were knocked out, sleeping on the bed. Sam sits next to you and holds your hand as you sleep. "Please make it through." He says and a tear goes down his cheek.

An hour later the police that have been working on your fathers case came, and took some questions from the doctor and from Sam.

You got sick twice and the tests finally came in. "What's wrong with her? Is she going to be okay?" Sam jumped from his seat.

"The tests show that someone mixed a bunch of different poisons into the drink. We are going to give her some medications and drain her stomach. She will have to stay here for a few days." The doctor says then leaves.

Sam sighs and sits in your bedside. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I'm so sorry." He whispers.

"Oh my god is she okay!?" Someone screams from the door.

Sam whips his head around to see who it was. He gasps and his eyes go wide when he see's who it is.

Hannah.