The [Not-so] Friendly Wars~ A Sammy Wilkinson FanFic

Chapter 13

Edited January 17th, 2017

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*Sammy's point of view*

I was slumped in a chair outside of Kenny's room when someone shook me awake. I looked up to see an unsmiling Johnson looking down at me.

"Kenny's awake," he says, and I can tell he's tired. His right arm is in a blue cast, and there are various bruises all over his body.

I stand up and give him a light pat on the back and he winces, so I just go into Kenny's room. He's hooked up to machines, and a doctor is talking to him.

"Ah, Kenny!" The middle-aged pale man says, standing up. "Your friend Sammy is here to see you." Kenny looked towards me.

"That's Sammy?" Kenny says, looking me up and down.

The doctor brushes by me. "Amnesia," he whispers before walking out of the room and closing the door.

"Yeah, I'm Sammy," I say, giving Kenny a small smile.

"I thought you would look quite different," Kenny said, but shrugged. I sat down in a chair, my head in my hands. "Isn't there another Sammy?"

"Yeah, but hers is spelled with an I," I replied, and my heart hurt when we talked about Sammi. It had been about three days since the accident. Aaron was still having bad headaches, and he couldn't eat or anything. He was stuck in bed, with bad kidneys and he couldn't move otherwise his head would explode.

They thought Gilinsky was paralyzed, but he just has a small break in his neck. Very serious, but he seems just fine. He has to wear a tight brace around his neck for a couple months.

All of the others are fine, escaping with major bruising and a couple broken limbs but okay.

Rickey was unscathed.

My leg was closed to crushed because it wasn't just a table on my leg. It was also the refrigerator and a couple cabinets. I had about four breaks in my ankle and a couple more in my tibia and a large cast close to my knee. They told me to get a wheel chair,  but I'm okay with crutches.

Sammy hasn't changed one bit. She is still in a coma, and basically nothing has changed with her condition. She didn't have internal bleeding, which is good. She had to get a few stitches where her head hit the table. And they don't expect her to wake up anytime soon.

My stupid fucking phone is fine, but the girl I love is in a coma.

Wait.

The girl I love?

Do I love Sammi?

"She's awake," Andrea whispers in my ear.

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