Sam was looking through his book and could not believe all the pictures that were in there.  He was really good.  It took her back to when she was little and she watched her brother color.  She always thought he took much care into what he did.  She always enjoyed watching him as he drew.  Her drawings on the other hand were terrible.  She almost started to tear a little as she thought about it.<br/><br/>She was suddenly shaken out of her thoughts at a thud.  She turned around in time to see Erik knock himself out by hitting the bleacher.  She walked over to him looking down at him and shaking his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Erik, Erik, are you ok?"  Sammy asked as she started to check him out.  Playing nurse was something that she had gotten used to over the years. Being the oldest in the orphanage it always fell on her shoulders to take care of the younger children.<br/><br/>Sammy was wearing a sweatshirt because she tended to get cold really easy, which probably came from being raised in a cold place.  She took it off and folded it and placed it under his head.  She was pushing his hair back out of his face, she should go get help but she didn't want to leave him.<br/><br/>She was at a loss when he woke of screaming how sorry he was all she could not help but sit down next to him holding his hand rubbing his fingers.  It was something that her brother would do when she had a nightmare or something that scared her.<br/><br/>"Hay Erik,"  Sammy said as she his hair out of his face again, "Nothing to be sorry for, its ok."