Timothy's P.O.V.
I turned the hospital chair feeling the armrest dig into my back for another fucking night. I really just wanted to break it.
I rolled my eyes in aggravation and tried to change position putting my pillow behind me. I lifted my glasses off my face to clean them with my Blue Denim shirt before slipping them back on and shifting my position once again.
I've been here for three weeks.
I somehow find a somewhat comfortable position. Then I looked at Samantha her eyes are closed and her chest steadily lifts and falls. "Hey Sam. You comfortable?", I ask trying to keep myself from going insane.
Her chest keeps falling and lifting. "Me neither.", I said resting my feet on her nightstand.
Instantley My feet fell and I kicked the nightstand. It was sturdy and nailed down but it moved a little. Here I am acting all casual while she's probably dying! I ran my hand over my face.
But as I glanced up I saw Samantha scrunch up her nose and her eyelashes flutter. They were closed but they moved. "DOCTOR!!!!", I yelled running through the hall pratically knocking down some patients and nurses.
I saw him in a room with another patient but I could have cared less. "Doctor Martin!!! She moved! She actually MOVED!", I shouted with a huge smile. "Huh? What are you saying Timothy?", he asked trying to calm me down.
I must have looked pretty crazy. My glasses were crooked and my button down shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the bottom revealing my belly button.
"Well she didn't Move Move but she made an expression!", I grinned. "She scrunched up her nose really cute actually and her eyelashes fluttered!", I said with a shitload of excitement scrunching up my nose to try and get to him.
Doctor Martin excused himself and ran to the room with me. Samantha laid there still and her face straight. What? I could have imagined this? Could I?
"Doctor I swear!", I said placing my hand on her shoulder. "Son sometimes you think you see stuff but you really don't.", he started saying until I felt Samantha rest her head on my hand. "SEE!", I said pratically jumping up and down.
Before I knew it four other doctors and six nurses filled the room and I was resquested to leave. Which I refused to so I was dragged out. I mean I had stuck by her side for this long. I'm on a roll.
Dr. Martin walked out a few hours later and I jumped up out of my seat. "Is she going to be okay?", I asked.
"She is responding. She's awake. But I just want you to know. Since you are her friend. She has horrible depression and seems to be addicted to drinking. This little girl isn't a light weight." My face darkened.
"Watch after her.", said Doctor Martin patting my shoulder. "I'll talk to you later but for now you can go see her."
I walked over to her room clutching my fist. I looked into the room and she smiled. "Hey.", I smiled back leaning against the doorframe. "I thought you weren't gonna wake up.", I said honestly while taking a seat beside her.
"I think you know I need help.", Samantha said with an ashamed look down. "Yea.", I said looking at her as if she were the most amazing thing ever. "God I just can't believe you're Alive!", bursted out of my mouth before I could stop it.
She smirked, "Calm Down there Timster!" "Hey I thought you had something against nicknames?", said rolling my eyes. "Although I do like it when you call me Timster. Makes me feel like a woodsman.", I smirked as she weakly punched my arm.
I reached out to hold her hand, "May I?",I asked trying so very hard not to make this awkward.
"Tim! You can hold my hand after all you are my friend!", She laughed. It was contagious because I started to laugh to. I fit my hand in hers and we both sat there laughing. Her eyes were alive in the a really pretty hazel green.
Randomly she stopped laughing and said seriously, "Tim I know I'm a burden but can you please, please help me with my problems?"
"I'm going to be having withdrawals and apparently be kind of hysterical. I know my parents can't handle it because for the past year they've been trying. But you. You are strong and a good person. I really believe you can help me kick this.", she explained her dark eyes looked so worried but at the same time oddly optimistic.
Her auburn hair was messy but her face was full of life. Which I was overly joyed about.
I don't know if I can handle it but I know I'm going to help after all she's a friend.
"Of course Samantha. I will help you. Why would I ever say no to that and you are not a burden.", I smiled holding her hand even more tightly. She smiled and leaned over to hug me. "Thank you! Thank you...", she said with appreciation.
Once her parents brung her home. Her whole yard was filled with roses.
Me and my tech friends had planted these for a film but ended up desiding she needed her spirits raised. Of course Jessica and David were down with it.
I feel guilty for yelling at Jessica. She did influence Sam's depression but she wasn't the main cause of it. I just knew there was something else she was more hurt about.
A huge smile spread over Sam's face as she saw her front yard. "Oh My God! It's Beautiful!", she gasped slapping her hand to her chest. Once her parents stopped the car she jumped out and freaked out about the roses kinda like a little girl.
She wore a purple dress she had wore 4 weeks before. She looked skinny and unhealthy compared to it but I was glad. Glad because for the first time she really looked happy. Not that "Oh what a surprise I got a gift happy" but "Life's looking up happy"
She picked one and smiled up at me before mouthing, "Thank you."
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