Chapter 17

*Sam's POV*

When we got to the park Rosie pulled Michael straight towards the swing set and climbing frame, Michael went with her happily and I set the blanket down not far from where they were playing. I sat up watching them for a while until Rosie got hungry we sat and had the picnic and Rosie went back to playing, I sat up on my knees and started packing things back into the basket until Michael slid his hands round my waist and pulled me into his lap.

"I'm glad we did this sam" he smiled, looking me in the eyes and resting his forehead on mine, "you know although we haven't known each other very long I feel like I've known you forever"

I smiled "me too"

Placing my hand on his cheek I leaned in. Suddenly I heard a scream. I shot out of Michaels lap and span round. When you're in a park full of kids and you know one of them belongs to you any scream followed by loud crying sounds terrifying. I couldn't spot rosie straight away but I watched Michael sprint across the park round the back of the climbing frame I followed him to find Rosie crying on the floor, clutching her arm.

Michael picked her up, held her close and moved out of the way of the dozen other kids running manically around the park. He put her down and she was able to stand on her feet but kept crying, screaming and clutching her arm. As soon as michael let go of her she threw herself at me she kept saying sorry to me. I couldn't calm her down. Michael noticed her arm was bleeding.

Rosies cut herself before but she's never cried this much, I take it michael had as little medical knowledge as I had as the first thing he suggested was getting rosie to the hospital.

I carried Rosie to the car and started an attempt to strap her in. Michael went to retrieve the basket and met us there. When I finally managed to strap Rosie down I sat in the back of the car with her and Michael drove us to the hospital, I phoned my brother and he met us at the hospital.

I was so worried about Rosie. I can’t believe I’d let something this bad happen to her. I should have been watching her.

As Michael and I sat outside the doctor’s office I couldn’t stop the tears. Michael held me close but I was so mad with myself.

My brother came out of the office holding Rosie, “she’s gonna be okay, she’s just sprained her wrist and broke her arm.” He explained. He held Rosie towards me. “I need to fill out paperwork Sam.” I was scared to take her. I didn’t trust myself. Michael stepped forward and took her. I just watched. The guilt was immense. I felt sick. I managed to bring myself to look her in the eyes and hold her hand that wasn’t hurt.

My brother and told me to stand up, he gave me a reassuring hug, “she’s fine, stop worrying” he took Rosie from Michael with a thanks and lead the way out of the hospital.

We said goodbye and went our separate ways.