"What?" I asked her nervously.

"Well… they said you were lucky you lived, and you are lucky if you survive without any problems. They said you could have been paralyzed, and still have a chance. Also, they don't know how well your broken bones are going to mend up, and it could leave permanent damage."

"Like what?"
"Well, a number of things, I guess. They also said you had a lot of blood loss, which is why you are on a drip, and you are way under weight, which is worrying them, and they want to talk to your parents. But they can't… I guess they are thinking it is your parents doing it to you."

"My… temporary guardian did…"

"Yeah, I know, but I couldn't say anything about that."

"You think…. I will be Ok?"

"I don't know Danny…I hope so though," she sighed uncertainly. From her tone though, it didn't seem as though things were all right. I shifted in my place, and looked at my arms, and they were totally covered in a cast, which made it impossible to move them. My legs too, were in a cast I was guessing, but I couldn't see them.

"Do I look horrible?" I asked her.

"Yeah, you look pretty bad. I called up your house last night Danny, and Jazz picked up the phone, and everyone was worried about you."

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them where we were at."

"No… you didn't? Sam, you can't do that…"
"Why Danny?"

"Vlad is still… looking for me…"

"So… I can't have my whole family… involved."

"Danny, they deserve to know what is going on. I say you expose yourself, and tell them about Vlad, it could help."

"Sam… I can't do that…"
"Please Danny, I want to help you. It will help, I promise."

"Sam... why didn't I just die?"

"What are you talking about?" She asked, and I had her attention now.

"Why couldn't I have just died, instead of living through that?" I said, but had to catch my breath, since I actually finished a sentence.

"Danny, don't think like that! You are lucky. I am lucky to still have you."

"I don't feel lucky though."

"Danny, you can't give up," Sam said, and a tear ran down her face. She walked back up to me, and brushed a stray strand of hair out of my face, and looked me in the eyes, hers filling with tears.

"You have to stay here, or I wouldn't know what to do with myself…" She cried, and stared into my eyes, and I had to glance down, because seeing her sad made me feel horrible.

"I will try, like I always have Sam, but I shouldn't have lived…"

"Yes, you should have! If I did, you needed to!"

"No… not in all cases."

"Look Danny, I know your miserable now… but in a few months from now, you will be all better again," she said, tears staining her face. Her eyes were red now, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

My eyes were getting heavy, and my lungs were starting to hurt again. My breathing became heavy again, and Sam took notice to it.

"I will leave you alone, you need to sleep," she said, and walked away slowly, keeping her eyes on me. She laid down on the couch, and I couldn't help but think, that maybe I really should be dead. Maybe I was supposed to be dead, but then again, I wouldn't have lived if I was. At any moment, I could die though, but I didn't want to anymore. I didn't want to break Sam's heart. She had been through enough in the past few weeks, that it wouldn't help to put her through all of that. Who knows what she would do if I died.

I did fall asleep though, but not for long, because I cringed in pain about an hour later. I woke up, feeling a sharp pain go down my leg, and my eyes shot opened. Sam was sleeping on the couch, and nothing seemed unusual, it was probably just my leg trying to recover, but it hurt like hell, and I closed my eyes tight, and tried to fight away the pain of it. Why me? Why did I have to get hurt like this? It would have been better also if Vlad would have taken me to a hospital, instead of leaving me lay in a bed for a week without any help.

Doctors came into the room though, which meant they obviously had cameras watching our rooms, because they ran up to the side of my bed.

"What's wrong?" One of them asked me. My eyes were barely opened anymore, and I felt my breathing worsen... And I blacked out…

I woke up again, and saw tons of things attached to me. Nurses and doctors were all in the room, looking at x-rays, and whispering things amongst each other.

"Hey, he is awake," one of the nurses announced, and she walked over to the side of me.

"You passed out, your lungs aren't working right, so we decided to check up on things. If you don't mind, can we ask you a few questions?"

"Sure," I choked out.

"How did you get this skinny? Were your parents the cause?"


"Did you parents have anything to do with this?"


"You can tell us the truth, they won't know, I promise."

"It wasn't my parents… I had a temporary guardian."

"What was his or her name?"

"Vlad Masters."

"The rich, Vlad Masters?"
"Yes. I swear, it was him."

"Well, we can try to get a meeting with him, and ask him about it, but I don't think that is right. Why would he do such a thing?"

"He has never liked me… his whole life…"

"Oh? How do you know him?"
"Through.. my parents…"

"Ok. We will try to see what we can do. For now though, we will take you back to your room, and you need to get some rest, Ok?"

Once back in my room, Sam was there, and she jumped up out of her seat at my arrival.

"You Ok?" She asked me, and I nodded. Not like as though I was really ok… but I couldn't let her think I was doing bad, or that would just make more problems for her.

"You're sure Danny?"
"Yeah. Not much you can do anyway."

"I know…" She said shortly, and walked up to me.

"Sam… I wanted to tell you one last thing…"

"What are you talking about? One last thing? You're fine Danny. The doctors even said so…" She said.

"I… don't feel good Sam… and I think my time is limited."

"No it isn't Danny," she said, as though refusing to face the fact that I did have limited time, and I could feel it. Nothing was going to be able to help me. Not Sam, not my parents, not the doctors, nothing. I could feel that I was dying. Growing weaker by each passing minute, and not able to move at all anymore. I could tell I was going to die, and soon. Very soon.

"Yes Sam, it is," I choked out, and I saw a tear run down Sam's face.

"Don't cry though," I told her, and I wished that could be true. I wished that I could stop her from crying… but I couldn't. I could feel that I could hardly breath anymore, and I looked up at Sam, whose eyes were watery, but still looking back into mine.

"Sam… I love you… and even after I'm gone, I still will. Remember… I will always be here for you," I told her, and she threw her arms around me in a hug either to say good-bye, or because she didn't want me to go… but I did…

VERY short chapter, and yes, this would conclude this story, finaly… but the story still isn't over, because I will be coming out with a sequal soon. This story was 55 pages, but now it Is 49, because I decided I wanted to change it. Anyhow… please look for the sequal 'Finding My Way Back To You' which should be coming out soon.