Maude POV "She's waking up. Someone go get a glass of water for her" these were the muffled words I could hear as my eyes pried open and the bright lights nearly blinded me. "Where am I? What's going on? Is Sam okay?" I was asking questions before I could even see who was standing next to me. As my vision started to return I took a second to take in my surroundings. How could this be happening? Why am I the one in the hospital bed? "Hello Maude, how are you feeling?" Asked the doctor from earlier. "What's going on? Is Sam okay?" I repeated my previous questions. I needed answers and I needed them now. "You panicked a bit earlier and passed out. We believe you hit your head on the floor as you collapsed so we have to keep you here for 24 hours just to run some checks and make sure you don't have a concussion." He answered one of my questions but it was the one I didn't really care about. "Sam! What about Sam?" I was getting a bit agitated now. He was avoiding my question which made me think the worst. His pause was too long. I knew it was bad news. " Since you passed out he has needed to be resuscitated two more times. We really can't say if he will make it through the night". The doctors sheepish reply filled me with anger and overwhelming sadness. All I could do was roll over to face away from him and let the tears run down my face. I just couldn't believe it. When I was sitting in that room with him I had so much hope. Now I'm being told he won't even make it through the night. I tried to sleep so I just sat up overthinking things. I came back to the same thought I had in the car. What if Sam getting attacked was planned.

'What could he have done to deserve it. Could he have annoyed another shop customer? Maybe it was an insane fan who thought if they can't be with him then no one can. What was I doing when this happened? I was crying in the toilet because of David. Then it hit me. David. Could his phone call he made in my apartment have anything to do with it. He seemed pretty adamant that he should be with me. Was this his way of getting rid of Sam? The only words I heard from that call were "just do it" was that him giving the order? Those three words rang in my mind for the rest of the night. It reached 7:30am and the nurse came in with my breakfast. I felt sick to my stomach. No way I was going to be able to eat. I pushed it aside and asked her "hey, what kind of checks are needed to be done so I can get out of this bed?" She went on and on about stuff but I really wasn't listening. I don't know why I even asked. "Can I just get the done as soon as possible?" I said cutting her off. "Sure thing sweetie" she replied then bounded out of the room. Although I asked for my checks to be soon it was 1:15pm when the doctor came in. Let's just say I wasn't to pleased. After about an hour of people sticking things in my face, looking in my eyes and asking me to read out letters from the wall I was done. "Can I get out of here now please?" I grumbled. I was so fed up. I hated it here. It was depressing. Bland walls, boring people, terrible food. The list goes on and on. "Sure Maude, you're free to go" he responded. I nearly flung myself out of the bed so I could start getting ready. I needed to see Sam. Hold his toasty warm hands again. "Can I go to Sam's room?" I asked the doctor as I was already halfway out the door. I heard him say yes but I was already heading down the hall to his room. I opened the door and all I could hear was 'Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep' thank god he's still okay. Once again I was overwhelmed with a mix of happiness and sadness. I was also still shocked about how pristine he looked lying there. I couldn't believe this was a man who'd been through the night of hell but has came out of it looking so handsome. "Hey, I hope you're okay and feeling a bit better Sammy the Lamby" Here I go again talking to him as if he's awake. I thought this to myself as I slipped my hand into his. "I've told you not to call me that" A grumpy sarcastic voice replied.