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Laura flushed again, and giggled slightly, giving him a cute smile.

"Yeah... I uh..." She stuttered. 'well, I do have the pair of clean clothes in my bag...' She thought. "Actually... could you undo the latch..." She asked turning around and pointing at the latch she couldn't reach.

"Thank you..." She smiled, then started to unzip the back zipper. On her back was a black tattoo of wings on her shoulder blades and a sword in the middle on her spine. Marks from old burns and scars everywhere, even though her skin was smooth. She kicked the dress off, exposing her white laced bra and strawberry underwear. Her sword was strapped to one leg with a velcro strap and her bag attached to the other. She took off the sword and opened the bag to get new clothes.

"Why not? You are." She replied blushing. She took off her bag and pulled on her pants and shirt. "I hate to admit it, but it isn't a first for me..."

Laura was silent while she adjusted her clothes. 'he saw my scars... and the tattoo! I wonder what he's thinking... Calm down Laura. He probably didn't even notice.' She gave a small sigh.

"I think I love you even more now than I did when you were alive."

Sami stared up at the cieling and then looked down at her arm.

She tested it.

Holy crap. She could move it.

She ******** this.

She jerked her hand away, sending the IV rack crashing against the ground.

Yanking the sheets off, she pulled the drip out by the wires and swung out of bed, getting up and undoing the multiple wires the doctors had attached to her skin.

A few shocked her, but it was only a mild annoyance.

She was getting out of the ******** white room. It would be so worth it.

She stood, but as soon as she did she stumbled, her hand reaching out to knock against some sort of heart monitor and send it crashing to the ground.

Doctors instantly swarmed, but she regained her senses and shoved them away.

"My gun..." she muttered to herself, her leg aching and stiff from where it was wrapped up tightly. "I want my ******** gun."

Throwing the doctors aside, she reached the table where her Desert Eagle gleamed and smirked, picking it up.

Instantly she felt better.

She turned to the doctors.

"Thanks for cleaning my gun for me," she told them simply, trying to ignore the fact that they were in ALL WHITE. "I'll be leaving now."

One went forward, touched her on the shoulder.

"But ma'am..."

Touched her with those white gloves that were so inhuman yet reeked of death.

Sami slapped the hand to the side and shoved the woman hard in the shoulder, sending her backwards into the empty bed.

"I'm leaving," she said icily, feeling herself grow more and more anxious to get out of that ******** room. "Goodbye."

She moved to leave. More doctors went forward.

"But-!"

Her gun gleamed in the light. Her voice was murderous, her eyes blazing.

"GOODBYE."

Then she was out the door and into the halls of the mansion's hospital wing.

"A PATIENT'S GOTTEN LOOSE!" The cry rang through the ward. "SHE STILL NEEDS TO RECOVER! SHE'S STILL IN CRITICAL CONDITION! STOP HER!"

Che, ******** you. She thought, ignoring her limp as she moved, her gun steadfast in her hands. I'm totally fine, Goddammit.

She failed to recognize the fact that she was only in her bra and the biker shorts she had worn beneath her pants.

She had to get out. No matter ******** you all.

We are a people that are obsessed with Death.

Killing each other without regret.

Watching as the blood always splatters wet,

It is time for us now to be put to rest.

-SWALLOW THE FILTH

I KNOW YOU WANT TO

Tainted by BLOOD DIAMONDS

Tony sighed. "s**t. It seems Sami's gotten loose. I'll be back" Tony said and then was off to get a hold of Sami before she did something stupid.