Sam's POV:

Waking up in an unknown room that smells like rubbing-alcohol is scary. Trust me, I know.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked around the room. It was small, and there was an empty bed next to me. The walls were painted white, and there was a framed painting of a flower on the far wall. Surrounding me were medical devices, beeping and whirring.

I didn't have a good experience with hospitals, sono started to freak out. My heart sped up, beating into my throat. I took a deep breath, trying but failing to calm myself down.

What made it worse, is he came in. The one in the striped shirt. That had put me in this hell.

When I saw his face, it somehow relaxed me, but my reflex was to let out a silent scream. His eyes widened, worried and began to speak.

"I'm so, so sorry about hitting you in the head, it's my fault you're here..." He went on and on, as I silently started to calm. Something about his presence made me melt, in a good way.

I cut him off - "It's ok." I extend my hand. "I'm Sam." I smile, letting my white teeth show.

"Im Louis," he takes my hand and shakes it. "I'll pay for all of the hospital expenses." He says, nodding, liking the idea.

I thank him, then drift off to sleep...