lasting love ☾ (Not Alone Sequel) o2l fanfiction

Chapter 5

        I awoke again, the doctors and nurses gone. I assumed it was only a couple hours later by the way the sun still glistened through the windows. I looked around to see Sam quietly sleeping in a chair that looked uncomfortable. I shifted in my sheets and examined my broken body. It was sad to see the many wrapped parts of my body along with the dark purple and red bruises that formed. It looked worse than it felt. I looked all around the room. I saw some flowers and my camera from home with my stuffed giraffe since I've had since i was little. I smiled at the things they brought. Sam's eyes fluttered open. He stretched and yawned and walked over to my bed. I patted for him to lay down with me. I snuggled into his chest and pulled the sheets to my chin. "I love you so much, Bethany." He said and kissed my forehead. 

        I missed his kissed. I missed his presence. "They said you could be released today." Sam said excitedly. I smiled. He got up and got my camera and turned it on. He played a video. It was 5 hours long. It was a video of me stirring in my sleep, before the first time I woke up. There was some sniffling in the background. I almost cried when I saw it. Sam hugged my body tightly. A nurse popped in and said that I could get changed before I left. Sam helped me get out of bed. I could walk, that wasn't the issue, it was getting up that hurt my knees and my legs. I got dressed in some pants and one of Sam's big shirts. We walked out of the hospital and there was security guarding the fans from my injured body. The fans were in shock of my bruises and cuts. I saw some of them cry. I was hurting, but I was given medication to subside the pain. 

        Sam helped me get into the car and he got in the drivers side. Sam drove to Starbucks since we both didn't have any breakfast and that we were desperate for a coffee. We both walked in Starbucks. A few fans noticed us but didn't come over. Everyone looked disgusted at my bruises. I frowned because this is the usual Starbucks we went to and everyone was so bubbly and happy. Now they seemed sad. This little girl came up to me. "Why do you have those marks?" Tears almost fell down my cheeks. I lowered myself to her level. "Well, I got in an accident, but I'm okay." I tried my hardest to smile. She ran back over to her mother who scolded her for talking to a stranger. We got or drinks and drove home. I couldn't wait to finally sleep in a bed that wasn't sanitized and cleaned every hour.

        Sam walked in, clutching my hand. We heard loud chatter from the kitchen. We both walk in. All of their heads turned. Their faces were shocked. I could see tears in some of their eyes. I could see horror in most. I was scared for what I saw, and I knew that Sam was too.