notjustsammy: (Sitting [Serious])
6.13. "Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need."
Grey's Anatomy

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] makeoutalright

Sam couldn't help feeling like a big idiot as he got wheeled through the hospital towards some garden or courtyard or the like that existed on the other side to the ward he was saying it. He had the use of his legs! He wasn't an invalid! But apparently it was hospital policy for patients who had been seriously ill to be wheeled out - or around - if they had to be on the move. At first, Sam wasn't even quite sure why he was going anywhere. Ailbe told him he was looking peaky, like he could use some 'fresh air'. Simon, who had been watching a Tomb Raider marathon on the TV, just sniggered when he heard this and earned a Death Glare from Ailbe. It all went over Sam's head, but then, Sam's head wasn't the most reliable of things right now.

He agreed to go with her, though, after her manager said it was fine and even agreed Sam looked like he could use some sun. Sun, fresh air, what the hell was this? Pick on Sam Day? )


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notjustsammy: (Hangover Central)
"In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. " - Albert Schweitzer

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Most days, Sam actually didn't feel too bad now. The days passed in the hospital, and all seemed to blur together now, but in general, he felt a lot better than when he first woke up. Back then, he was in more pain than not, and he barely even knew who he was. The only constant awareness he had was the nurses helping him. He started to rely on them to know he was even alive. If the nurse's face kept changing, they really must be nurses and not part of the messed up jumble his mind felt like it was. Flashes of images, some good, but most bad. He didn't know what was real. He just knew he was in hospital, with nurses, and Dean wasn't there.

Now he was on the mend, and mostly felt better. Some days, though, it got worse again... )

[livejournal.com profile] makeoutalright used with permission


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