Who: Leah and Sam When: Right after the storm, What: Leah is hurt and Sam is hell bent on finding her Where: by what's left of the entrance to the manor. Min: Free! Status In Progress
. After the dust had finally settled and everything had stopped moving, Sam got up and shoved the rubble off himself. He was in pure fight or flight mode now, adrenaline sizzled through his veins, and he took deep shaking breaths to keep from changing.
His first thoughts were of Leah. He had no idea where she was. He saw her very little these days. She was back to avoiding him like the plague after the night they spent together. He stumbled around like a man possessed calling out her name and digging under every piece of debree he could find. He helped a few people along the way, but didn't stick around one spot long enough to be considered part of a rescue mission.
Eventually he was able to trace her scent to the entrance. "Leah!" He called out to the rubble, but he got no answer. He started lifting concrete and debris quickly after he caught her scent...and the scent of blood. When he finally found her, his heart clenched and sped into overdrive. She was a wreck. She had blood poring from a head wound and her arm looked like it had been jumped on by a sadistic weight lifter. She pulled her out of the rubble carefully and ran a hand to her throat to check her pulse.
"Oh god! Leah? Come on baby, please wake up." he pleaded anxiously.