you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you. SamxHeartman
@faegrifted here you are my dear 💙
The room was silent between Sam and Heartman as each was trying to fix up their respective projects. Heartman was reconfiguring his AED due to a short circuit while Sam gave up patching a wound on his kneecap out of frustration. The gruff snort that escaped the porter didn’t fall on deaf ears as Heartman looked up briefly before going about reconnecting wires. This went on for a time, until Heartman sighed, shut the top of his AED, and approached Sam, all the while grabbing the medical equipment that was on the couch.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked, looking up at Heartman with a confused expression. Heartman gestured at Sam’s right knee cap, the bloodied pulp that it was and made a face.
“You obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.” Heartman said, gently shooing Sam to move to the side so he could sit down. Heartman gestured for Sam to stick his leg up, laying it across Heartman’s lap as he scooted closer to Sam’s knee area.
“I thought you were mad at me,” Sam said, keeping his eyes off of Heartman. The last thing he wanted to do was make eye contact with his former ally and friend.
Heartman merely smiled, rolling up his sleeves as he took out some medical tools and began to seal the wound up with a laser contraption. The instrument was precise, Sam only making a pained hiss every so often when the piercing light hit a nerve. He couldn’t complain. It was better than stitches which he was accustomed to.
“At the end of the day, we’re still friends Sam. Even though you left without saying goodbye.” Heartman’s tone was morose as he focused on the task at hand.
Sam furrowed his brows. “Sounds like you hold a grudge.”
Heartman sighed. “I hold many things, a grudge isn’t one of them.”
“Could have fooled me,” Sam said bluntly.
“When you left four years ago, I was happy for you but--there were people here that cared about you, Sam. We had a connection. When you departed, even with Samantha, it just--I don't know, I thought after everything our group had been through with the EE, you would have said goodbye. I thought you were dead all this time, Sam. That was heavy on my heart for a while.” Heartman said sincerely, trying not to cast any of his frustrations in his voice towards Sam. Deep down, he understood Sam had to leave the UCA for Lou’s sake, but it hurt nonetheless. Afterall, Heartman considered Sam one of the few friends he had in the world.
“I’m here now. That’s gotta count for something.” Sam murmured, as Heartman prepared to bandage the wound and smiled.
“It does. Just promise me the next time you have to go into hiding, you’ll give me a proper farewell.”
Sam forced himself to smile as he looked at the array of books Heartman had throughout his office, recalling the first time he ever set foot in his residence. It was strange, how fast time had flown.
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