“Sam?”
He shifts.
“Sammy?”
It’s cold.
“How are you holding up?”
He turns his head, frowns.
Holding up?
“Sam.”
Something touches his shoulder and he shifts his weight to the side, turning his face in the direction of the voice. His eyes are closed and it’s dark.
When did he close his eyes?
“Sam.”
The voice belongs to his father, it’s closer now
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EDIT: I JUST SAW YOUR HEADER! (don't ask me how I missed it lol) I vote you continue writing Sam and John moments because there just aren't enough and I so crave them. Plus you're obviously amazing at it. Sorry! I'm really done now.
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Thank you so much for your kind words, they totally made me feel all fuzzy and happy! :)
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