Chapitre 25: Lydia and Tisha Price
She is pretty upset with what happened but she has managed to fall asleep"
" I can see that." Nigel told her
" She does try to eat all the time, it always ends up the same way but I think today, she hesitated to because she didn't want you to see her in that state."
" I know Lisa."
" I know you like Samantha..."
" Love Lisa, I love Samantha." Lisa could see his the honesty written on his face.
" Am glad you do."
" I'll be here for her, don't you worry."
When he went inside the bedroom, Samantha had cried herself to sleep. He didn't know whether he should go leaving her like this or stay here with her.
In the end, he decided to stay.
He took off his clothes and with his boxer briefs and Samantha's t- shirt he got into bed with her. He cursed Thanos for wearing the boxer briefs because he he was so uncomfortable in them.
" I guess, i will have to bring in some of my clothes here because I don't think I'll really stick to my plan all the time.
He strictly wore boxers. But since he hadn't gone to his house since he woke up as himself, he was stuck with them.
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Samantha smiled at Lydia who like her wore the operational camouflage Army uniform, with the US insignia worn on the right shoulder pocket flap of the coat.
" Let's get it done Wilson, you are buying today."
" I gat your back Johnson."
" You always do." Trisha Price shouted, "what about mine Wilson."
" I gat yours too Pricey...."
Samantha was still smiling when she saw an air burst shot near the brickyard the the two women where at.
" RUN...."
Lydia looked at Samantha and then at what her eyes stayed looking at.
But it was too late, this was one they did not see coming. They all went flat and then the smoke and dirt raining down. Samantha had a big cut on the hip to almost half the thigh...but she didn't know.
" Price, Johnson?"
She first saw Tisha Price, if not for her tag...No one would know it was her. Then she saw Lydia, she went to her and touched her, she screamed out in pain. The head was toward Sam and she didn't see that both her legs where smashed from the thigh, one was already gone but the other was held up by tendons and part of the trouser.
She looked at Samantha. Samantha put her head on her lap.
" Her eyes telling her to finish her off..." She didn't feel her hands.
Samantha shook her head crying
" Ambulance... we need an ambulance..." There where a lot more fallen soldiers as air bursts continued in a distance.
" Stop it Sam, please... Finish me off..."
" No, don't do this to me Lydia..."
" Am in a lot of pain Sam...make it stop."
" No Lydia...I can't..."
When Lydia saw that Samantha was not going to do it for her, she bite her tongue...
Samantha was busy calling for help that she only saw blood streaming from Lydia's mouth.
She tore her uniform to help separate her teeth from her tongue but she couldn't, Lydia was determined.
Her eyes fixed on Samantha.
" Am sorry Sam..." Lydia didn't need to use words for Samantha to know what she was saying.
" Take care of my family for me..."
" No, No...Lydia"
With her back slammed into Nigel's chest, her feet skidding over the covers as she tried to back away.
Nigel tightly held her by the waist.
" Samantha, it's ok, it's ok..."
She was covered in sweat. Her heart thudded bitterly.
Nigel kissed her ear.
" Shhhhhhh Samantha, it's just a dream..."
She was still trembling as she hid in his arms.
when he checked the time, it was only 2. a.m.
Samantha held on to Nigel like he was her life line.
Fifteen minutes later, he felt her arms loosening and knew she was sleeping again. He kissed her on the forehead and it didn't take him time to sleep too after that.
Samantha woke up to go to the bathroom, slowly so as not to disturb Nigel, who was awake but didn't want to offend her by offering help. She was sweating profusely, felt weak, dizzy and had a headache also.
" She didn't even get to the bathroom when Nigel head a
thud.
" Samantha!" Nigel shouted.
She was out cold and blood was coming out of her nose.
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" We have to admit her." Dr Lang told Nigel,
" And write now it's urgent that we start the chemotherapy but as you know, she said, she didn't want to until the birth of the child.
" Go on and start with the chemotherapy...I'll deal with her myself." he said Looking at Samantha.
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