ROOM 304 | VISIT 5
>>>sick!sam x volunteer reader
>>>warning: cancer, hints of character death, angst (??)
SUMMARY:
Sam suddenly gets a fever while youâre together and it scares you in more ways than one.
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The fever came fast.
One minute Sam was teasing you about stealing his hoodie againâ
the next, he was shivering so hard his teeth clacked, skin burning, face pale and flushed all at once.
You were halfway through a storyâsomething stupid about a patient in the lobby mistaking you for a nurseâwhen you looked up and realized Sam hadnât laughed nor said something sarcastic. He was staring at the wall. Breathing fast. Blinking slow.
âSam?â You stood. Crossed the room. Touched his forehead.
Too hot.
âSamâhey.â Your voice cracked.
He didnât answer.
Didnât even look at you.
You hit the call button.
Then the fear hit.
*
They rushed in. Nurses. A doctor. Someone said âinfection.â Someone else said âlow white count.â Words like dangerous and neutropenic and platelets. They pulled the curtain. They didnât pull you. You stood just outside the fabric wall, arms around your middle, hearing Samâs ragged breathing and trying not to crumble.
Please donât let this be it.
*
The next 36 hours blurred.
He was out cold most of it. IV drips doubled. Machines beeped too fast. You didnât leave. You curled into the chair beside his bed, hoodie pulled tight around you like armor. His hoodie.
You only left when they forced you to.
And the whole time youâre thinking; he doesnât even know.
*
On the second night, he stirred.
Eyelids twitching. Brow furrowing. Hand jerking slightly under the blanket like he was reaching for something. You stood quickly, wrapped your fingers around his. âHey,â you whispered. âItâs okay. Youâre okay.â His fingers twitched. Then curled tighter around yours.
And just like that, he settled.
Your hand didnât move the rest of the night.
*
In the morning, his eyes cracked open.
Bleary. Bloodshot. But there.
Sam looked around, disoriented, until his gaze landed on you, curled in the chair beside him, legs tucked up, cheek pressed to his mattress, still holding his hand. He blinked. Swallowed. âYouâre here,â he rasped.
You smiled sleepily. âOf course Iâm here.â
His throat worked. âYou⌠stayed?â
âI didnât want to miss you waking up. Wouldâve ruined the dramatic reunion.â
He let out a breath that was almost a laugh. âYouâre an idiot.â
You squeezed his hand. âTakes one to know one.â
Silence. A long, quiet beat filled with things havenât said.
He stared at your hand in his.
Didnât let go.
Didnât want to.
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