Sam

The nurse that takes care of me walks up to us saying, "Hey, I got some news to break to you guys..." We just stare at him, playing along as he continues. "It's about Sam, she's-"

"Gone?" Laureen looks at him with teary eyes, threatening to burst through. He doesn't answer, just sighs and walks away.

"Laureen," I try to comfort her with words but realize that's not going to work. I need to let her get it out of her system. She needs to cry. I just wrap my arm around her and squeeze her, giving a hug. She starts sobbing in my shoulder, giving in to the warm hug.

"I-I just can't believe it," She speaks through sobs, "s-she's gone. S-She's really dead and I'll never see her again. I turned her away, even when she was dead!"

"No," I won't let her beat herself up, I don't want her to do the same things as me. "it's not your fault. It's ok to let it out, so just do that. Don't say a word, just let it out." I pat her head and stroke her hair with every cry. She's in pain. Emotionally and physically. I get the emotional part, but she really can't get better thinking about this. Painkillers only last so long, not to mention it doesn't help the emotional part, no pill could cure it.

Neither of us eats breakfast, we just can't with Sam's death on our minds. Laureen already ate a bit before I came, but I got nothing. My recovery's going to take a while, I'm not sure if my body can handle it. I just can't get myself to eat anything. It doesn't help that I can barely get myself to eat when my friends are alive. How can I eat when they're dead and I'm all alone? Why is life not only hard but such a pain?

We go back to our rooms and I lay back on my bed, my thoughts weighing me down, crushing me more and more by the second. Sam's gone and she almost took Laureen, then me with her. Why did I say yes? Laureen looked sad when I mentioned that I told Sam I'd go with her. Does she want me to live? For once, that makes two of us. Usually one, but you get the point of it.

I lay there, listening to what ever's going on. Which is nothing, this is such bullshit. Is there going to be a funeral? I probably won't be invited, but I can imagine Laureen would be. Even if I could go, I'd be too weak. I'm not sure about Laureen though, I think she'd pretty strong. Well, she did get it worse. I guess depends when it is, but I don't know when she's going to get better.

All of a sudden, I snap my head up to see a dark figure standing in the corner and I start to panic, my heartbeat soars. Who's there? I try asking them, but nothing comes out. Why is there someone in my room? I'm scared, am I going to die now? But why now and not last night?

"Heh," The dark figure snickers, "nice to see you, Grace." A devious smile spreads on his face and my heart stops. I'm fucked. Good going Grace, you got yourself killed by making a stupid decision. Shit.