"W-What's happening here?"
Sam's voice shook, as though it belonged to someone else.
His eyes were fixed on the prosthetic limb lying on the floor, then darted to my face, drained of all color.
He had almost gathered me into a hug but drew back sharply as if scalded.
He stood there, lost in a fog.
Only when I coughed, expelling another gulp of pool water, did he seem to return to the present.
"Get a doctor! Someone call a doctor for my sister, right now!"
He yelled, paying no heed to Hailey shivering on the pool's edge. He hoisted me up, whispering again and again, "Don't worry, Sarah. Don't worry. I'm here."
The choking haze still clouded my mind, and my grasp on consciousness wavered.
In that daze, an old memory of Sam flickered.
The Sam who took me on adventures at amusement p
