What is a Toaster? | Sabriel

Bad Things Happen to Good People

Hello again! XD This is my new Sabriel fanfic, so I hope you enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'

Sam's POV

It had been a cold, bleak day in December, with the sun beginning to rise above the horizon. All was silent, the frost poviding a pale blanket across the road and grass, making everything seem to glow with a ghostly light. The only thing that contrasted with these barren fields was the black car that sped past. In it was Sam, his jaw clenched with rage, but his eyes filled with sadness.

Sam, of course, had been arguing with his father about going to college, wanting to do more with his life than just do 'the family business'. It had ended with John telling him to be gone by morning if he was going to leave, and make sure to never come back. So, despite his brother's protests, and even pleading for Sam to stay, he packed his things and left at dawn, only stopping for gas since.

However, even the walls he built around his heart could not stop him from beginning to cry. He clutched at the steering wheel harder, the tears blurring his vision. He should have stopped driving, pulled off to the side and waited until he was in a good enough shape to drive again.

He really should have.

He wiped one eye at a time to clear his sight, only to try and slam on the brakes and jerked the wheel when he saw that he was heading off the road. He turned too sharp, or braked to hard, or maybe it was a mixture of both, cause the next thing he knew, his car was being flipped over. Luckily, he had remember to put on his seat belt.

Despite his precautions and attempts to protect his body from slamming into the interior of the car, he stilled got terribly injured. He felt his leg bone snap in half, and knew he was going to have a bruise on his ribs. But as the car began tumbling to a stop, he had hope that he would survive this, but he didn't get to see how it ended before his head cracked against the car and he blacked out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sam could hear loud noises blaring in his ear and giving him a headache. Where was he? What was the voices around him? Was he dead? All these thoughts were running through his head at the same time and forced his eyes to open, blinded by the brightness of the light.

When his vision began to focus, he saw a glowing orb on the ceiling. He frowned, tipping his head. What is that? He wondered, though he was quickly distracted when a face appeared in front of the light, looking down at him. It was a man, or maybe it was a woman? Sam couldn't tell.

"He's awake!" The man said, his white coat catching the glow of the orb. The man began checking him, asking him all sorts of questions like 'Was he in any pain? Did it hurt when I pressed here? Are you hungry?' Sam mainly didn't answer, just nodded his head yes or no. Eventually, the man finished and pressed a button, a smaller male walking in a moment later.

"Gabriel, would you mind taking care of this patient? I think he'll need to be well taken care of." The man in the white clothing said, patting the smaller guy in the blue clothing before walking out the door. Sam attempted to sit up, only to be pushed back down by the small man.