Forever?

Chapter 3

***3 days later***

"doc! what's the news?" Sam said.

They put us in the same room, which is amazing!! our beds are close enough that if we each out a railing down, it turns into a big bed!! I can finally hold his hand! it's been 3 days.

we are both sitting there, hand in hand , when we hear the news about the both of us. my foot is killing me, but now I know why.

"Ms.Pottorff, I'm afraid you have a fractured ankle, and a broken rib."

I looked over at Sam. tears start to fill my eyes. he grips my hand tighter, and I put my head on his shoulder.

"Oww!" Sam let out a whine.

I Immediatly sat up. I didn't know what was wrong. He took his hand, and put it on his shoulder. our hands still interlocked.

"Mr.Pottorff. the reason your shoulder hurts, is because it's dislocated. also, you have a little bit of brain damage. I'm so sorry"

I look over to Sam, and start to cry. I could tell by the look in his eyes, that he is completely devistated. a tear rolled down his eye.

"tomorrow, Ms.Pottorff, were going to put a cast on your foot. also, your broken rib is going to hurt. you'll have to be carefull." Doc looks over to the boys. "that means not really big horseplay. y'all have to be really careful."

"gotcha"Kian.

"ok" Ricky.

" no problamo" JC.

"is she going to be okay though?" Connor.

"okkkaayy." Trevor?

"woah Trevor! when did you.. ouch!"

he ran up to the bed where I was.

"honey be careful. I got here last night at like 3, my mom dropped me off."

I just smiled and had my hand on my stomach. terrible, I mean terrible pain.

"Mr.Pottorff. Tommorow were going to relocate your shoulder. also tomorrow, is a hard day. we're going to have to put you into therapy."

I let go of Sams hand, and put both of them up to my face. I start to ball. I can't see Sam go through this.

"y'all should get some rest." the doctor then walked out of the room.

"S-Sam. Do you remember me?"

the boys all stand up except for Connor. he's always the mushy one.

"Caylee. Caylee Grace Waters."

I started to wipe up my tears and question Sam

"when did we get together?"

"wasn't it like 8 months ago.in like..." he counted on his fingers "in like Janurary?" Sam spoke so softly.

"yea. you asked me out on my birthday." I smiled "Janurary 9th"

"I remember that. I also remember us sitting on our bed, lookin at prom pictures and then you punching Ricky in the gut.''

I chuckled "yep that happened." I looked up at Ricky and he was holding his stomach. he was laughing.

"it doesn't hurt. you know these abs of ste-" Ricky tried to finish.

"no." I laughed but then bent down in pain.

"Caylee!" right when Kian said that, I started throwing up in the trash can beside me.

"nurse!" JC yelled running out of the room.

a nurse runs in, JC following her. "she's okay. it's a side affect of her broken rib."

Trevor looks away "nope. I don't do the whole vom thiiing."

the nurse held back my hair, but it didn't help. it was a terrible feeling. like a golfball coming up your throat.

I finally stop vomiting and sit back up in the bed. Sam holds out his hand. I put mine in his and our fingers intertwine.

"babe. were going to be okay."

"promise?"

"Promise."

we sit there in silence for about 30 seconds, my head on Sams chest, when Ricky broke the silence.

"we're gonna go run to Taco Bell. plus we have to take Trevor home."

Sam was already asleep

"grab turd over here a Baja."

"okay. anything else?

"you better get me some twists Kian.''

"I will" he smiled.

they walked out. my head still in Sams chest, I fall to sleep. is he really going to get me some twists?

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Hey o2lers!! I hope you liked this chapter! it look me a while to type it all up.

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