Todd Wants Key's Face

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Sam: She's been through two outbreaks, there's no way anything could freak her out - well, whatever, anyway, this guy, Rykes - he SUPPOSEDLY lives on the very edge of the west side of town - 435 Redtree Way.

Sarah: *under her breath* You'd be surprised... *louder* alrighty then, let's go! >:D

Sam: Wait - Sarah, YOU can't go! You could get hurt! D8

Sarah: HOW many times have I saved your @$$ already? I'll be fine, you don't have to worry about me. >:/

Sam: NO, Sarah - this guy's a killer, and you have NO experience in that sort of thing, besides, yes, knocking out a few thugs-for-hire. I can't let you get hurt. |:( *he walks off, to his apartment to retrieve his motorcycle*

Sarah: *watches him walk off, but she wasn't about to let him go alone that easily. He had told her the address--she could get there easily. She climbs up the side of the building, careful not to aggravate her injury, and leaps across therooftops, going straight to 435 Redtree Way*

Sam: *he heads off to the house of the contact by motorcycle - he arrives fifteen minutes later, slowly walking up the steps, the house looming over, swallowing him in a shadow cast from the full moon, which sat on the tip of the roof*

Sarah: *was sitting on the roof, waiting for him. she wasn't sure whether she should reveal herself right now or just stay hidden until he needed her...*

Sam: *he knocks on the door and waits for an answer. There is none, so he picks the lock with a hairpin and barges in that way*

Rykes: *was coming down the stairs when he spots Sam there* L-Lieutenant Gatzsky...! Why are you here? I didn't do ANYTHING wrong - NOTHING! D8>

Sam: Don't lie to me, Rykes - I know who you've been seeing. >:(

Rykes: Seeing - I haven't been seeing ANYONE! D8<

Sam: I told you not to lie, Rykes - I'm very good at getting answers out of people... even people as stubborn as you.

Sarah: *decides to go in after him, quietly slipping into the house through the open doorway* ... :/

Rykes: The hell are YOU gonna do, Gatzsky?

Sam: *without a word, or change of expression, he shoots him in the leg*

Rykes: AAUUHHGH!! D8>

Sarah: *can't help but let out a startled yelp--she had NOT expected that* D:>!!

Sam: *he looks back in surprise from Sarah's yelp, shocked to see her there* Sarah! D8

Rykes: F-fracking... sh-shot me in the l-leg...!

Sarah: *shakes off her initial shock* I-I said I'd come, didn't I?

Sam: Whah... nnhh... f-fine, stay, then, but just... try not to get hurt, please...

Rykes: I c-can't... c-can't tell you ab-bout him... please... please d-don't -

Sam: *shoots his other leg*

Rykes: AAAUUUHHCHRIST!!

Sarah: *winces at this, but manages not to make any noise. She didn't know Sam was THAT brutal...* ..

Sam: *doesn't like that Sarah was now watching him - it was harder to concentrate* Tell me about Blood Puppet and I'll stop and call for an ambulance.

Rykes: Nnnhh...!

Sam: *suddenly dives onto him, shoving the barrel of the gun against his throat, hissing in his ear* You fracking tell me, Rykes, or I swear to god I will do ten times WORSE what he could do to you!

Sarah: *looks on, eyes wide in surprise--that wasn't Sam, he never acted like that...!* D:> ...

Sam: Well, YEAH... XD Um... *he looks at the clock* ... I think I should get going. It's getting kinda late. I'll see you when I can, Sarah. <:(

Sarah: *nods* Alright. Later. <:/

Sam: Bye. <:/ *he leaves, hoping Sarah would get better soon*

Sarah: *Lays there and tries to fall asleep--she had forgotten to tell Sam they were letting her go home tomorrow... ah well. he'll find out*

The Next Day

Sam: *he manages to get information on Blood Puppet's contact from the few witnesses he had to pester and promise safety to. The first thing he does when he gets out from work is go visit Sarah... but at the hospital, he's told that she was sent home. He heads to the Huntings's house, knocking on the door, thinking she may be there*

Key: *opens the door* Oh! Nice to see you, Sam... Are you looking for Sarah?

Sam: Yeah - is she here? The receptionist at the hospital told me she was let out today. D:

Key: Actually yeah--she was just getting ready to leave. Come in--*steps aside to let him in*

Sarah: *is getting her coat from the closet*

Sam: *steps in* Hey, Sarah. Pretty awesome that you managed to make a quick recovery. :)

Sarah: I know, right? :D I HATE hospitals. XC

Key: Heh... don't worry, so do I. *to Sam* I don't know if they told you this, but... they found Todd's killer.

Sam: *his smile turns into a serious frown* ... they did? So... they'll be taking him to court next? I hope the guy gets the death sentence.

Key: *nods* I hope so too--it's what he deserves.

Sarah: ...

Sam: ... Do you know when the trial starts, Ms. Huntings?

Key: It's in two days, at three... personally, I would've preferred it to be tomorrow...

Sarah: Well... can't always get what you want... *sighs, and puts her coat on*

Sam: Try feeling better, alright Ms. Huntings? <:/ *to Sarah* Uh, an update on our serial killer - I know where to find his contact, Mr. Rykes, as well as Rykes's schedule. I'm gonna interrogate the guy tonight.

Key: Serial killer? D:/

Sarah: Tonight? D: *looks at Key* um, i'll explain later, okay? Bye--*hurries out the door, pulling Sam along*

Key: :/

Sam: H-hey! What's up, why are you pulling me? D:/

Sarah: *once they're away from the house* You don't talk about that kind of stuff around mom, it'll freak her out! D: So, where is this guy?

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Sam: *the next day, as promised, Sam visited Sarah - yes, he had to visit her after nine because of work, but it still counts, he thinks. He knocks on the door before entering the room. He acts as if nothing happened yesterday* ... Hey... how're you doing? :)

Sarah: *doesn't remember much of the day before--everything was fuzzy* Sore as hell, but I'm doing okay. :) How about you?

Sam: Well, my legs are fully working again, and I'm not passing out anymore, so I'd say I'm pretty good. Uh, do you remember yesterday at all? I visited you after your surgery.

Sarah: Oh, that was you? Haha... iit's all kinda fuzzy right now. Yesterday's a blur. :P Why, something important happen?

Sam: ... No. Nothing important. I'm glad you're feeling better. :)

Sarah: And I'm glad to see you up and moving. ^^ Made it all worth it. :P

Sam: *he laughs a little at this, then sits on the chair beside her bed* So... uh - oh! Oh gosh, I never thanked you for the FIRST time you saved me, huh? D: Well... uh... thank you. ^^;

Sarah: Anytime, Sam. Though less often would be nice. XP

Sam: Right... XD; so... uh... jeez, I dunno what to talk about with you... uh... well, I've got another bad guy to chase...

Sarah: Ooh, what kind of baddie is it this time? Drug lord? Mafia whatever? Serial Killer? Hopefully not that last one. D:

Sam: Well, it IS the last one. We found out about him just yesterday, actually - calls himself Blood Puppet. That's all we know about him. It's my job to meet up with a few witnesses, as well as the one person he's been really making contact with - I need to figure out this contact from the witnesses so I can find out who this Blood Puppet guy is.

Sarah: Eeek... Sounds incredibly dangerous... D;

Sam: Yeah. well, that's my job. I'm sure the guy isn't THAT dangerous - not to me, anyway. All the other criminals I've put to justice have been called "dangerous", but mostly, they were just stupid. For example, you should never charge a guy with a gun. :P

Sarah: I charged a guy with a gun--with a FRYING PAN. Does that make me stupid? Or am I just that much of a badass? :P

Sam: Well hey - there's a difference between charging someone with a frying pan, and charging someone with your fists. XP

Sarah: Riiight, because frying pans can TOTALLY deflect bullets. :P

Sam: Well, it's still better than fists. And I'd have to call you a badass. *jokingly* Stupid, but a badass. XD

Sarah: pfft... Well, better than nothing, right? XD

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Sam: *shuts his eyes tightly - dear god, what HAS he gotten himself into?* ... ... I like you...

Sarah: *stares at him for a while, her expression changing from a look of confusion to a look of understanding. after a few moments, she looks back at the ceiling, and sighs* ...Why?

Sam: *he opens his eyes, surprised by her question* "Why"? Because you are the most amazing, funny, nice, and beautiful person I've ever known... and I know there's no other person like you out there. I've also known you all my life, and you've been my very best friend from since I can remember, and... well... yeah... I like you because you're you.

Sarah: *stares at Sam in apparent shock* ...how long have you...?

Sam: ... a really long time... and not once did I have the courage to tell you. I still don't have the courage to tell you - I'm hiding behind the fact that you're DRUGGED - that you won't remember ANY of this...

Sarah: *her expression grows more serious* ...what if I do...?

Sam: ... I can deny it ever happened. You've got crap messing with your head, remember?

Sarah: what if I'm sure it happened...?

Sam: That won't be an issue, since dreams always seem real. But they're not. And then my secret can stay a secret, and I can continue to live on as a coward, but a coward who at least knows what would happen if I told you.

Sarah: ...You're not a coward, Sam...

Sam: Then what am I? If not a coward, then what do you call someone who is too afraid of rejection to express his or her feelings? WHAT do you call that?

Sarah: mnhh... *stares at the ceiling* In that case... that'd make me a coward too.

Sam: ... Wait, what? D:

Sarah: ...Because I'd be too scared to tell you too...

Sam: D: ... you... you also...?

Sarah: *mumbled* MnhhhI'mgonnaregretthataren'tI... uuugh stupid drugs....

Sam: ... *he looks away from Sarah for a moment, shocked by this bit of news, and... reassured. Happy* ... I'll see you tomorrow, okay, Sarah? *he stands up and walks over to the door*

Sarah: M'kay... WAIT--Don't... don't tell anyone, ah'kay...?

Sam: ... I won't. *smiles slightly at her, then leaves*

Sarah: ...bye... *lays her head back on the pillow, and continues to stare at the ceiling, the drugs still blurring her mind* ...

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Sam: ... I'll try. Thanks, Mom. <:)

Claire: You're welcome. <:) And good luck to you. :)

Sam: ... Thanks again. :) Oh! I nearly forgot - how's Dad? D:

Claire: He's doing fine... He hasn't gotten any worse, at least. <:/

Sam: Well, that's good. A good thing his medicine slows the disease down... could you tell him I said "hi"? <:/ And maybe, I dunno, you can tell him about what's going on with me and Sarah, if he'll understand.

Claire: Of course, I'll make sure to do that for you. <:) You should go see how Sarah's doing...

Sam: Right... *he stands up and walks over to the door* Goodbye, Mom. I'm glad I could talk to you about this. <:)

Claire: And I'm glad you dropped by to talk. :) I'll see you later, Sam.

Sam: *nods and walks out. He heads off to the hospital and soon enters, heading over to the receptionist's desk* ... Hello. Is Sarah Huntings able to have visitors at this time?

Receptionist: Hang on, let me make a quick call-- *picks up the phone, and dials a number waiting for someone to pick up* Mhmm. Yes, she has a visitor. Alright, I'll let him know, thank you. *hangs up* She's in room 613, you can go right up.

Sam: *nods* Thank you. *he heads over to Sarah's room. When he gets there, he opens the door and lets himself in* ... Hey, Sarah. How're you feeling? <:) *he knows she must still be loopy from surgery, and was prepared for any odd answers*

Sarah: Absolutely LOVELY, thank you very much... *gives him a dazed smile* Y' doing okay?

Sam: Hey, yeah, I'm fine, but I'm not the one who had to go through surgery... can you remember if the doctors told you when you'd be out?

Sarah: Umm... I dunno, uh... they said it wasn't that bad, so... It shouldn't be TOO long... coupla'days, maybe...

Sam: Well, that's good to hear... heh, you're pretty drugged out right now, huh? So... you wouldn't even be able to remember this later.

Sarah: Pfft... pretty sure I wouldn't... *blinks at Sam, then turns and stares at the ceiling* ...sorry, dizzy...

Sam: ... I understand... Sarah, I... I like you... *he wants to see how she'll react. It was good that she might not remember it. If she did, he could just deny he said that - she wouldn't know he'd be lying, after all, she could have heard anything strange while drugged*

Sarah: ?? *turns to look at him, narrowing her eyes in confusion, as if she wasn't sure she had heard him right* ...what?

Sam: ... I... *his face gets hot again, and he looks away from Sarah awkwardly* ... nevermind...

Sarah: *frowns* No no no, I just wanna know if I heard you right. Say it again, please...?

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Sam: Well, a lot of things happened... Mister Smiles sent his goons to drug and kidnap me for one thing... then while Sarah was helping me recover from THAT, he sent more, and Sarah got hurt in the process. I'm just... I'm waiting for the surgery to finish...

Claire: D: ... *steps aside to let Sam come in* ...Do you know if she's going to be alright...?

Sam: ... I-I THINK so... I hope so... the thugs were coming after ME... Sarah saved me.

Claire: She's always been a brave girl... I hope she makes it okay... <:/ Sit down, Sam, make yourself at home... Do you want something to eat? Drink?

Sam: ... I'm fine... *he sits down on a couch* ... Mom, I have to talk to you... about Sarah...

Claire: Oh? *sits on the couch next to him* Okay, what's on your mind?

Sam: U-uh... I just... I think... I think I... *he feels his face get hot with embarrassment, and he puts a hand on the side of his face, hoping to cool it a little* th-this is just kinda weird for me, since it's never happened before, and um, I think I... l-love... Sarah... .////////.;

Claire: ... *can't help but grin widely at how nervous he looked and how embarrassed he seemed--it was a bit of an uncommon sight* Sam, you don't have to be embarrassed... You've known her for a long time, I'm not surprised...

Sam: ... I-I just, I can't... I can't TELL her - I can't talk to her at ALL about it... I-I mean, she... she's perfectly fine with us just being FRIENDS, and I'm NOT, and SHE'S afraid of commitment, and... and... I don't know what to do... D:>

Claire: ...Well... *closes her eyes and sighs, then laughs a little bit* Your father... he couldn't tell me either. *looks at Sam, giving him a sad smile* He left my a card in my locker. I had to FIGURE OUT it was from him... And I said yes. You don't necessarily have to tell her--sometimes just showing someone you love them works just as well.

Sam: ... but... how can I show her? A-and... what if she doesn't like me back? I don't know what I'd do - I've never FELT this way before... D:>

Claire: *puts a hand on his arm* Hey, it's alright--there's a first time for everything, and love is no exception... *smiles at him* As for letting Sarah know... You'll have to figure that one out on your own.

Sam: Agh... not exactly the answer I was looking for... DX

Claire: Well, I'm not Sarah, I can't tell you what to do... You know her much better than anyone else does, you've known each other your whole lives. I know you'll be able to think of something.

Sam: *he smiles sadly* Heh... knowing me, I probably won't... I'm the most awkward guy on the planet when it comes to that kind of stuff, and Sarah... well, she's already afraid of commitment. I could never get her to like me back...

Claire: What's she afraid of? <:/

Sam: ... The relationship going badly. Like, she's been with guys before, but something always went wrong, like they cheated on her, or had to move or whatever.

Claire: Ah... well... tell me this--Would you cheat on her? Would you leave her alone? Would you purposely hurt her?

Sam: No, never, but I don't think there's a way to convince her that I wouldn't...

Claire: I don't think Sarah's that hard-headed, Sam... you just need to TRY. Think about it--she just saved your life. She could've run or given you up, but did she? No. She already cares about you, a LOT from the looks of things--all you have to do is break down that barrier she's put around herself.

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Parametics: *take her away to the hospital*

Sam: *follows as best as he can - he rides in the ambulance with her, sadly watching her*

Sarah: *sits in the ambulance, staring at the ceiling, somewhat bored. She tries to ignore the pain as best as she can, it's not like she hasn't had worse injuries...*

Sam: ... you... you managed to knock out three of those guys...?

Sarah: Uh-huh... frying pans are surprisingly good weapons.... heh...

Sam: ... Thank you, Sarah... for risking your life to protect me... don't do it again, though.

Sarah: *grins* Can't make any promises, Sam... It's always been my job, remember?

Sam: *he can't help but smile a little at this* ... Yeah... I know... I just wish you wouldn't get hurt...

Sarah: If that charger hadn't been there, it would've been a piece of cake... But hey, what'cha gonna do?

Sam: It's MY job to throw myself in front of bullets, not YOURS... D:|

Sarah: *rolls her eyes* you were bedridden, if I hadn't done anything, we BOTH would've died.

Sam: Well... well... well I'm better now, so you can't do that again. D:|

Sarah: Okay, FIIIIINE. XP *sighs* Hopefully he won't sic any more of his goons after you again...

Sam: Well, he knows where YOU live, so he might start going after you... D: I might have to live with you for a little while longer to make sure he doesn't try anything... maybe post some soldiers around the apartment...

Sarah: You don't have to do that, Sam... I can take care of myself, y'know. <:/

Sam: Sarah, he and his thugs are DANGEROUS CRIMINALS, I am NOT leaving you alone to fend for yourself when he's somehow able to still HURT you!

Sarah: *just stares at him for a moment, then closes her eyes and sighs* Okay, fine... If you really have to...

Sam: It's for your own safety, Sarah... I swear. We don't want this to happen to you again. Or worse.

Sarah: *looks back at him, observing him. he was completely serious... she nods* I understand.

Sam: ...Thank you...

*they arrive at the hospital. The paramedics take Sarah out on the stretcher, and soon, she is taken care of by the doctor and surgeons there*

Sam: *he decides to leave and come back later when the surgery is complete. He gets a ride over to his parents' house and knocks on the door*

Claire: *opens the door* Sam? You're early--did something happen? D:

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Sam: *is pulled into the kiss, as well as a state of pure confusion. She was kissing him? KISSING him?? He didn't know how to react in the situation, so he just lets her kiss him, stunned*

Sarah: *kisses him for a moment longer, then lets go, pulling away as she goes into another coughing fit*

Sam: *he snaps out of his daze when Sarah starts coughing* H-hey - you need to go see a doctor. D:>

Sarah: C-Call the cops, then.. my phone's over there--

Paul: *knocks on the open door, a phone in his hand* I think I beat you to it, Sarah. You two doing alright? What the hell happened? D:

Sam: We had some unwelcome guests - who are you? D:

Sarah: Neighbor-- *coughs again, this time seeing blood on her hand* I think I'll shut up now.

Paul: I think that's a good idea. D: *to Sam* I live next door, Sarah and I talk every so often. I called the cops when I heard a gunshot, I'm kind of glad I did... *looks around* What kind of trouble did you two get yourselves into...? D;

Sam: Big trouble. Mister Smiles the drug lord now knows where Sarah lives.

Paul: Uh oh. I thought he got thrown in the slammer...

Sarah: He did--guy's got connections-- *COUGH* --and he doesn't really like Sam much. DX

Paul: Wait--Sam? As in Samuel Gatzsky? D:

Sam: *wonders what this old man wants* Uh, yeah, that's me. Why? :/

Paul: Wow, alright--I knew I knew you from somewhere. You look like your dad. D:

Sarah: >_>

Sam: *he looks at the man for the longest time. He speaks quietly* ... you know my dad?

Sarah: <____<

Paul: Well, I DID... we both signed up to join the military as soon as we got here... they put us on the same team and everything, we worked together for a while... *rubs the back of his neck* Haven't talked to him in a while...

Sam: ... He doesn't talk to anyone anymore. He can't remember anyone anymore. He's sick. This is a sensitive topic for me, can we switch it to something else?

Paul: Oh yeah, sure, uh... So these guys, Smiles sent them after you? Why'd they go after Sarah? <:/

Sam: Because Sarah's been taking care of me while I've been recovering from their last attack. Also because she's the one who rescued me. I think Smiles sees her as a legitimate threat, now.

Paul: Oh wow. Jeez, didn't know you were out there doing crazy stuff like that. D:

Sarah: It kinda just came up... >___>;;

Paul: Figured... *looks back at the door* Jeez, when the hell are the cops gonna show up...?

Policemen: *enter the building and look around the place* D:<

Paramedics: *rush over to Sarah*

Paramedic: Let us help you - can you walk? D:

Sam: ...

Sarah: Barely... D;

Paul: >__>

Paramedic: Right - *to the others* GET THE STRETCHER!

Paramedics: *get the stretcher and put it down on the ground in front of Sarah*

Paramedic: If you can get on that stretcher, ma'am, we can get you to a hospital.

Sam: ...

Sarah: Alright, okay.... *Manages to get herself onto the stretcher, but not without another violent coughing fit-- when she pulls her hand away, there's blood on it* Ah, crap...

Paul: D:

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Sam: *he soon falls into a dreamless, comfortable sleep*

The Next Morning

Sam: *he remains asleep, though his thoughts churned through his mind like a machine*

Sarah: *is half-asleep on the couch, wondering whether Sam would be able to move around on his own today...*

*there is a loud knocking at the door*

meanwhile

Sam: *this wakes him up. What kind of people knock that loudly so early in the morning? Inconsiderate lunkheads, that's who*

Sarah: *is also awoken by the knocking. groaning in annoyance, she stumbles off the couch and lumbers over to the door, looking through the peephole* who the hell...?

Charger: LET US THE frack IN OR WE'LL BREAK THE DOOR DOWN.

Three Human Men: *have guns and stand behind the charger*

meanwhile

Sam: *lies in bed, trying to figure out what's going on*

Sarah: Oh, crap.... *backs away from the door, glancing back at her bedroom. They must be here for Sam--but she wasn't letting them get to him that easily. She darts into the kitchen and grabs the first thing within reach--a frying pan-- and hides behind the counter for their imminent forced entry* ...

Charger: *smashes the door in* ALRIGHT, TIME'S UP! D8<

Guy 1: *looks around the place* Alright, search everywhere. D8<

Guy 2: Right.

Guy 3: D:<

meanwhile

Sam: *realizes what's happening* !! *he struggles, trying to get out of the bed - he had to help - he had to TRY!*

Sarah: *waits until one of them goes near the counter, then stands up and swings the frying pan at him, hitting him upside the head* D:<

Guy 1: *is hit* !!! *collapses, unconscious*

Charger: THE frack?? DDDD8<

Guy 2 and 3: *pull out their guns* DDDD8<

meanwhile

Sam: *carefully trying standing up, holding on tightly to the bedside table*

Sarah: *swings at guy 2, throwing him into guy 3--there was no way she'd let them get anywhere close to Sam* D:<

Charger: D8< !!!???

Guy 2: *is also rendered unconscious*

Guy 3: *shoots at her and misses*

meanwhile

Sam: *hears the gunshot and panics - he manages to stand on his own - he takes his coat, takes a gun out of it - he didn't care which - he just needed a GUN*

Sarah: !! *knows she has to finish this quickly--she swings the edge of the frying pan into guy 3's gut, then swings upwards to slam it into his chin in a strong uppercut* D:<

Guy 3: *blacks out, falling on top of Guy 2*

Charger: RRRGH!! D8< *he suddenly punches Sarah with his large arm*

meanwhile

Sam: *he takes the gun and carefully walks out of his room, carefully, carefully*

Sarah: !! *is hit hard, and is thrown back against the counter. She hits it with a loud yelp, and tries to catch it to keep herself standing, but ends up dropping the frying pan and falling to her knees, hissing at the sharp pain in her abdomen* nrhh... *glares up at the charger defiantly*

Charger: *he backhands her, standing over her like a towering giant* dog! D8<

meanwhile

Sam: *he slips out of his room, though any view of Sarah he had was blocked by the enormous Charger, as her view of HIM was also blocked. He readies the gun - his legs were threatening to give out*

Sarah: *is thrown to the ground, the charger's rough, broken skin leaving bleeding marks on her face. she props herself up on her arms, coughing up blood, looking back up at the charger, a bit more afraid this time. She knew he could kill her, and do so easily* ...

Charger: *he rears his arm back, ready to hive her a strong, fatal punch in the head... when he suddenly grunts a bit, stumbling to the side before crashing against the wall next to Sarah, unconscious. A tranquilizer dart was stuck in his shoulder*

Sam: *still holds the gun up, glaring at the fainted charger, the barrel of the gun shimmering from the morning light. He stood still, like a statue for the longest time, before silently lowering the gun*

Sarah: *had closed her eyes when the charger had raised his arm, but she looks up, startled by the sudden crash. She sees the downed charger, and Sam, holding the gun, and breathes a massive sigh of relief--immediately turning into violent coughing. she was glad to be alive--but damn, it hurt*

Sam: *his legs shaking, he slowly steps over to Sarah* Are you okay?

Charger: *...*

Sarah: *grabs the edge of the counter and stands herself back up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand--then steps forward, suddenly grabbing the back of his head and kissing him. words couldn't say how grateful she was right now*

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