"Yeah, I got her." Johnny said, watching him. He could tell Daniel was not okay. But he knew that that was okay, it was to be expected. That little psycho bitch had attacked Sam again. And she wanted to kill her.
Sam did her best to help Johnny by moving as close to the car door as possible. Johnny slipped his arms around her and she clutched her wrist to her chest, her head leaning against his as he walked inside with her. Sam was glad that Johnny had been there, it had made things so much easier.
"Can we get a wheelchair?" Johnny asked, cradling Sam to him tightly, his eyes watching everyone hard. Sam said, "It's okay, Papa, you don't have to be all Papa Bear."