The Hospital Thread™ @darkstarsrise

−−−¨༺ Time had gone screwy for her. For 12 straight hours, she was so focused on seeing the light of day. That was her goal throughout the previous night. Save herself, and then once shit hit the proverbial fan, save her friends. But now? She wasn't sure how long she had been here or, really, even what time it was. But for what felt like many long hours, she had been hooked to various IVs and tubes, trying to get her body temperature up as the blonde was hypothermic when she arrived. "A warm IV and blood rewarming," a nurse with a kind smile had explained. The thought skeeved her out, and Sam could see the panic in her eyes. The lot of them had come in and caused a trauma alert. She remembered that much.

−−− Some of the others were taken to other hospitals as not to put a strain on this one, and Sam was insistent she stayed wherever Mike was. She was, frankly, surprised the second that remark left her mouth; Out of everyone, maybe Chris would have made most sense. Luckily, Mike was already slated to stay. And so it was a waiting game of blankets, warm fluids, medicine, tubes, stitches, concussion protocol, and the world's most uncomfortable bed.

−−− She dozed off, finally, but was reawakened for another blanket change and vital check by another nurse. "If you want to, I'll take you to visit your friend," she had said, which perked Sam up, eyes wide and heart pounding. And the next thing she knew she was being covertly wheeled into Mike Munroe's hospital room, a feeling of relief washing over her immediately as she was parked.

| | @jesvshotsaucechristmascake survived the night...

"There's a me without you but that's not where I belong."

−−−¨༺ Sam stared up at Mike with wide eyes, lip drawn into a tight line. It would have been a lie if she said this was unexpected. She had a hunch. Things he said. Things he did. But the blonde found herself second-guessing those moments. They were friends and they had been friends forever. And, well, Mike was Mike. He was charismatic and he flirted with everyone. Hell, he flirted with their entire friend group at one point or another. He had this unique ability to make everyone feel special. Sam had seen it in action. So when comments and actions were directed to her, she kept telling herself that's all it was.

−−− But she found herself having feelings for him. And that was hard for Sam to reconcile with. Because every time she found herself flirting with Mike, her thoughts would fall back to Hannah. That was her best friend. And she was so hung up on Mike for years. And for her, part of it felt like she was betraying her best friend by having feelings for Mike. And because of that, she didn't acknowledge it. Though, the more she thought about it, every time she thought about Hannah, it was best friend in the past tense. But when she thought about the term 'Best Friend', Mike is who came to mind.

−−− As it was, Sam was trying not to live in the past. The past shaped her, but dwelling on it wasn't healthy. "I feel the same," Sam admitted, voice small and shaky. Coming to terms with everything and admitting it out loud had her terrified. But she was Samantha Giddings, and Sam Giddings wasn't afraid of shit- least of all feelings. Fuck that. And respectfully, if Hannah wasn't happy for her in whatever afterlife she was in, fuck that too.

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