I don't let her go until she's wheeled into the O.R. and they won't allow me to go with. I stand there, watching, as they take her away. Hang in there, Sam. Please.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
They don't let Louis to come with and my heart drops. They hook me up to stuff, and start on the gashes, my ankle, and my stomach. They numb me so I don't feel anything. I wake around three hours later, stitches in my stomach, but feel like I bled out. My ankle is bandages and so is my torso. I blink my eyes open, glancing around.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Three hours later, she's in her own room unconscious. I sit at her side and hold her hand, flashing a smile when she begins to wake. I don't say anything, waiting for her to see me.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside