Everyone was sitting in the living room watching what looked like the news, when I limped in. "Sam how did you hurt your ankle." Kevin asked me in a tone that said he was just wondering. "what makes you think it's hurt?" I snapped back. "Oh, I don't know maybe it's the limp in your walk or it might be the fact that it's swollen to the size of a TOMATO!" Joe said sarcastically, as he pointed to the lump that was to be my ankle. "Oh" I said small-ish-ly, and looked down at my ankle. "Sammy-baby let me look at your ankle." Papa J pleaded. "N-N-No th-that's okay daddy." I stuttered, as I tried to go to my room. "DANYELLE SAMANTHA JONAS COME HERE AND LET ME LOOK AT YOUR DANG ANKLE!" Papa J "Y-yes S-sir" I stuttered. I turned around and sat between my "brothers" Kevin and Joe. Joe put his arm around my shoulders. Kevin held my hand. Papa gently cuffed up my jeans and down my sock. I squeezed Kevin's hand so tight, he made a very funny face. I would have laughed if I wasn't in pain. "sorry Kev." I breathed. "'s okay" he managed. "OH. MY. SKIPPIES. DANYELLE! IT REALLY IS AS BIG AS A TOMATO!" Joe aid obviously surprised. "Kevin, I want you to take Sam to the H-O-S-P-I-T-A-L and.." Papa J said. "make sure to sign her in under Danyelle I know I know." Kevin finished. Papa frowned then turned it up side down, and patted Kevin on the shoulder. Kevin got up to put his shoes on. I had to let go of him which I was NOT happy about! "Can I go to?" Joe, Frankie and Nick asked at the same time. "Nicholas, you and Joe may go. Frankie do you remember what happened last time you went to the H-O-S-P-I-T-A-L?" Mama J asked. "H-O-S-P-I-T-A-L?" Frankie said. I tried to get up, to put my own shoes on, but Joe wouldn't let me. "Joe let me up." I demanded. "No." He said flatly. "Joe let me up now!" I snarled. "I repeat no." he said calmly. "WELL WHY NOT!?!?!?!" I asked furiously. "cause [a]: you shouldn't be walking on that ankle [b]: nothing should be on it, not that it would fit. And c, well I can't think of another reason but you get the idea." Joe said. "well to dang bad I'm gonna limp over there and put my left shoe and sock on!" I said being a stubborn and pigheaded like always. "well fine but only 'cause I see I'm not gonna win this one." Joe said, taking his arm back. "You got that right bro!" I said, then stood up and started limping. "I got it Hospital!" Frankie shouted. I was about half-way there, when I fainted. Nick looked down at me then looked over at Frankie. "great goin' bro" Nick said sarcastically. Frankie rolled his eyes. "whatever I'll carry her." Nick finished. He bent over me and picked me up. "Someone. Door. Please." Nick breathed. "got it." Frankie said. Nick picked me up, and carried me out to the garage. "Nicholas, you and Dany have to sit in the back since Joe took the middle seats out." Kevin said as he walked out the door. Nick turned around and glared at Joe, I would have cussed him if I wasn't unconscious. "Kevin?" Frankie said. "yeah? "Can you die from a broken ankle?" "I don't know" Frankie dropped to his knees. "Dear God, please don't let Sammy die I love her way to much. In Jesus' name I pray Amen." Frankie prayed. Kevin's eyes started to water. "Amen!" Kev breathed.