With her head rested on the chest of her sister's werewolf corpse she Bridgette cried. Surrounded by memories and photos of the past, it was all over but did she want it to be. For it to be all over her sister had to be dead was it really worth it. She was now all alone since they were children she and Ginger had never been apart for move then an hour. Shakily Bridgette sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes. What was she going to do now? Two dead bodies in the house, one in the back yard she felt hopeless.

Bridgette's mind wondered down the basement, Sam was down there covered in blood no longer breathing. She had to see him, just one last time to say goodbye and sorry.

Slowly she stood up clutching onto her bed for support, her leg struggles underneath her. She made her way through the house down to the basement, all the destruction that Ginger had inflicted on it not registering in Bridgette's head. Sam finally came into view as a dark and bloody mass on the floor.

Bridgette knelt beside him her head in her hands. "Sam I'm so sorry, I should have never asked you do this" she said in a whisper as she sobbed. All of a sudden her heard a sharp breath.

Was that me? She thought to herself that is until she heard another one. Bridgette gasped, is he still alive? After all that? I though Ginger broke his neck.As a response to her thoughts she immediately checked to see if he had a pulse.

Bingo!

Sam's breaths became steadier and steadier; Bridgette didn't know what to do. She wanted to go for help but at the same time she couldn't bring her self to leave him.

She settled with holding his hand, there wasn't anything else she could do really. Maybe her situation wasn't so hopeless, through this whole ordeal he'd been there for her and never asked for anything in return. Even after he figured it was all for Ginger he still helped and still asked for nothing. As these thoughts raced through her mind Sam slowly managed to open his eyes, he saw Bridgette looking down at there clasped hands. A smile reached his lips even though the pain. "Bridgette" he said, his voice was so low it could have past for a whisper.

Pain struck through his throat as he said her name, but it worked, she looked up at him. Sam could now see her face, he saw tear tracks that had previously made their way down her face. He smiled at her; it seemed to be the only thing he could do that didn't hurt him. Bridgette gave a small smile back but she didn't hold it for long.

"Sh… sh….she's dead, she lunged at me an... and I had the knife" it was the only thing she could think to say so she was relived when he gave her hand a little squeeze.

"Is it ok if I look over your neck, were the wound is?" Bridgette was feeling very nervous.

Sam squeezed her hand again; he knew he couldn't nod his head. Bridgette reluctantly let go of his hand and moved to the other side of him. She moved the collar of his shirt gently and examined his neck. After what seemed like 5 minutes she turned to look at his face.

"it's healing pretty fast, she infected you to" Bridgette said this carefully "I think we should wait till it heals fully till we give you the injection, by the looks of it, it shouldn't take more than an hour" as she said this last bit she quickly glanced at the marks in his neck then back to him.

"Ok" Sam managed to crock out

He was glad that she was with him; he knew she cared for him. This thought made him smile to himself.

Bridgette saw this though said nothing, at least one of them should be able to smile even though she had no idea what there was to smile about.

Well we both did survive so I guess there might be something positive to come out of the whole thing

Bridgette went back to watching Sam's neck, watching the skin healf right before her eyes.