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Orual · 01-19-2003, 01:29 PM

Sam's heart dropped when he finally got up to the fallen figure. It was Belle. She seemed to be unconscious, and her arm looked like it might be broken. Sam groaned and knelt down beside her. "Belle?" he whispered, but there was no response. "Belle, come on, wake up!" Nothing, not even a stir. She was breathing, he could feel it on his cheek, but she wasn't moving at all, and he was terribly worried that he'd just hurt her more if he moved her. But then, Bag End wasn't that far off...

He sat on his heels and bit his lip. What a predicament! He wished that Cami was with him: Cami would know what to do. "But as it is," he said to himself, "it's only me, and I guess I'd better figure it out or nobody will." He sighed and looked around (for he could have sworn that he'd heard a noise), and then turned back to Belle's prostrate form. Slowly and carefully he lifted her from the ground--luckily, she was a small child, and Sam didn't have much trouble. With cautious steps, making sure that he didn't jar Belle too much, he made his way to Bag End. Finally he was in front of the door, and faced with another problem: knocking. He frowned for a moment, frustrated, and finally kicked the door as a subsitute. "Mr. Bilbo!" he called. "It's Sam--with Belle! She's hurt!"

01-19-2003, 01:29 PM	#88
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Sam's heart dropped when he finally got up to the fallen figure. It was Belle. She seemed to be unconscious, and her arm looked like it might be broken. Sam groaned and knelt down beside her. "Belle?" he whispered, but there was no response. "Belle, come on, wake up!" Nothing, not even a stir. She was breathing, he could feel it on his cheek, but she wasn't moving at all, and he was terribly worried that he'd just hurt her more if he moved her. But then, Bag End wasn't that far off... He sat on his heels and bit his lip. What a predicament! He wished that Cami was with him: Cami would know what to do. "But as it is," he said to himself, "it's only me, and I guess I'd better figure it out or nobody will." He sighed and looked around (for he could have sworn that he'd heard a noise), and then turned back to Belle's prostrate form. Slowly and carefully he lifted her from the ground--luckily, she was a small child, and Sam didn't have much trouble. With cautious steps, making sure that he didn't jar Belle too much, he made his way to Bag End. Finally he was in front of the door, and faced with another problem: knocking. He frowned for a moment, frustrated, and finally kicked the door as a subsitute. "Mr. Bilbo!" he called. "It's Sam--with Belle! She's hurt!" __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"