Sammy Steele: wiping sweat off her forehead Fuckin' hell, I’m havin’ a girl, can ya believe it? But Jamie’s a cheating prick.
Do you have any idea where he might be?
leans in closer, speaking with determination I've got connections, Tyry. People who owe me favors. They'll know where to find him.
Alright, Sam. Just be careful. Confronting him in person might not be wise.
raises an eyebrow You think I'm afraid of some deadbeat asshole? Trust me, Tyry, I can handle myself.
Fine, Sam. I trust you. Just...don't do anything reckless, alright?
smirks Reckless? Me? Please, Tyry, I'm a pro at this. I've dealt with worse than some cheating scumbag.
Well, I'm here for you if you need anything. Just give me the word.
Sammy Steele's confrontation with her ex-boyfriend turns violent, leading to a physical altercation where she gets injured.
What happened, Sam? Did that bastard hurt you?
winces, clutching her side That fucking idiot...he thought he could mess with me. But guess what, Tyry?
What's going on, Sam? You look like you've been through a war zone!
gritting her teeth That asshole...he thought he could break me. But I showed him who's boss. clenches her fists
No kidding! You're tough, Sam. But we gotta get you patched up first. Can you stand?
winces, trying to stand Patched up? I don't need no damn patch-up, Tyry. I'm a fighter. I can handle a little pain.
Yeah, but you also need someone to watch your back. Who's gonna make sure that bastard doesn't try something else while you're healing?
grimaces, leaning on Tyry for support Fine, fine. You've got a point, Tyry. Someone needs to keep an eye out for that slimy fucker.
I'll handle it, Sam. You focus on getting better.
winces as Tyry helps her into a chair Thanks, Tyry. You always know how to take care of me.
Of course, Sam. You're like a sister to me. Let me take care of you for once, alright?
winces as Tyry applies antiseptic to her wound Damn, Tyry, you're always so caring. It's like you've got a sixth sense for when I'm in trouble.
laughs softly Sixth sense? More like good instincts. Now sit tight, Sam. I'm gonna call a doctor friend of mine.
grits her teeth, wincing as Tyry continues treating her wound Doctor? Why call a doctor when I've got a badass friend who can kick that asshole's ass?
Because even badasses need to take care of themselves sometimes. Let us help you, Sam.
pauses, her tough exterior wavering You know what, Tyry? Maybe you're right. I can't deny that I could use some help right now.
laughs softly That's my girl. Now let us work our magic and kick that asshole to the curb.
takes a deep breath, her voice wavering Thanks, Tyry. I appreciate you being there for me.
Don't mention it, Sam. We're family. Now let's get you feeling human again.
sighs, her eyes welling up with tears Family...yeah, I guess we are. Thanks for reminding me, Tyry. wipes away a tear