Hello! Here's the next chapter.. Its short, but if you all review I have the next chapter written up… and I'll post it later tonight!

Disclaimer: I'm tired of thinking of sarcastic disclaimers. You win, Dan.

Carly gazed around the room, pretending to examine random hospital items such as a glass of water on the small bedside table or the bulletin board behind the bed; critiquing the photos that had been carefully tacked on there by previous patients with a critical eye. But my gaze landed straight on her.

She was broken. Mentally, and physically, and everything else in-between and not. That was the only word that could describe her.

Broken.

She was so pale, so fragile. Thoughts raced through his mind, never-failing to make his heart beat just a little faster.

And I've never been a particularly religious person, but I was praying as much as I knew how sitting here by her bedside, pleading for her to be okay. I couldn't lose her again. (((But is she already gone?)))

You've been through so much. You have survived it all. All of it! You can't give up now! Please, Sam, please! I need you.

I need you.

And Carly, finally daring to steal a glance, was much in the same way he was.

I finally dared to look; to steal a glance at her.

And it was so horrid to see her this way. Why did this have to happen to her? To us?

She was SAM PUCKETT. She was supposed to be.. So… energetic! And eating fatcakes and ham and bacon and destroying property and- I couldn't take it anymore. I sank to my knees in the dark, silent corner: tears silently rolling down my face and blurring my vision.

Anyways, I know that I'm switching POVs too much… oh well. I hope you all enjoyed, and remember; if you review, I'll post the next chapter later tonight!