Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 32 ~ Stab Him With A Fork

Sam's P.O.V.

"Sam? Sam?" I shake my head and focus my eyes on Jazmin. "Are you okay? It looks like you just seen a ghost." She laughs.

"What happened?" I look around the room and it looks like how it did when we first walked in.

"Nothing, we're just waiting for the doctor. Why?" She shrugs and shifts on the table she's sitting on. "I'm like really nervous, but it can't be bad right?"

"Hopefully not." I simply answer.

"Hello there, Jazmin?" The same man walks in. She nods and he looks at me. "And you are?"

"Sam, uh Mr. Whitley, do you think this will take long?"

"How do you know my name son? And to me the symptoms just look like a common flu, so I will just do some examinations, which won't take very long if that is the case."

"It's uh on your name tag." I point as his name tag on his chest and he laughs

"Right. Right."

He does a couple of examinations that I am familiar with from coming to the doctor throughout my life and he sits down after 5 minutes.

"Nothing too serious. Just seems like you are experiencing a lot of stress relief, which has you feeling you the way you do."

"Stress relief?" She asks curiously. "I thought that was suppose to help."

"Yes, but sometimes it doesn't. It will go away over time. Don't try to fight it so much, nut I can give you some medication to counteract it."

"But if she's on other medication, won't it affect her in like a- I don't know.. bad way?"

"Well.." He flips through the file in his hand and it all seems so surreal..

The memories of what I thought had happened come back but it seems not like this.. This man is nice, Ricky isn't here, she's not scared anymore, she's not..

"This medication won't affect that at all, so don't worry about that."

"Okay." She smiles. "Is that all?"

"Yeah, that's basically it."

"But what about.. the pain.. Why is that happening?" She says trying not to wince, but I can see it in her face that it's hurting.

"I've seen it many times before. It could have something to do with nerves, or just anything that could be bothering you is making you constantly feeling sick, and your brain is telling your stomach to hurt. There's no way to really explain it simply but like that, which may sound a little crazy but yeah."

He isn't very old, but he talks like he knows how to talk to kids, even though we are teenagers, we can't or I know I can't, understand everything grown ups do, but i understand enough.

"I think I get it. Thank you."

"No problem." He shakes her hand and mine.

She fills out all the paper work she needs to and so does Ricky since he still has guardianship of her and we leave just like that.

I keep wondering if what I imagined meant something, but it couldn't have. It really couldn't have happened. Could it?

Jazmin's P.O.V.

"Are you okay?" I ask Sam, who's sitting in the back seat. I called shot gun because I wanted to take charge of the radio.

"Yeah, why?" He says still sounding a little off.

"Just asking." I smile, knowing he is lying to me, but I will figure out what is bothering him later in private.

I am so relieved that there is nothing big wrong with me and that I have.. whatever the doctor said. I know he tried to make it sound simple, but I still didn't understand.