"Oh, Sam..." Wendy sighed, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Of all the things to happen. You've been through so much and now this... They say you'll be all right, but it was very close." She was perched on the edge of his bed, absently stroking his cheek. "You're the only one that made it, you know. I lost my brother but... I still have you. At least, until you have to go. I feel selfish for wanting you to stay with me," she placed a kiss to his forehead. "I hope you wake up soon, Sammy."
It had been bad to be driving that car, that old fashioned vehicle. To be trying to learn and to be on the road at the time they were. Both sides were at fault, but the other side was drunk- and had been going much faster- and head on.
If Sam had to be stuck in a hospital, at least the demons weren't aware of him here. Unfortunately, if we was to wake up and start hallucinating, the treatments were much more severe, and the treatments of most of his injuries even now were a little spotty. He had been lucky that they hadn't had to cut him open, to see the marks on his ribs, to find more scars than they did that needed explaining. As it was, he was known as a military man, someone who had been overseas, and therefore was a little more...odd.
And unconscious. He hadn't been awake yet to deny it- or to leatn of the story.
