ROOM 304 | VISIT 4
>>>sick!sam x volunteer reader
>>>warning: cancer, hints of character death, angst (??)
SUMMARY:
You decide to sneak Sam out to the rooftop for a night out and get to know each other even more.
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The plan wasn’t complicated.
Which made it your kind of plan.
“Come on,” you whispered as you slipped into Sam’s dark room one minute after lights out, holding a blanket like contraband and your finger to your lips in warning.
Sam blinked, half-asleep, IV cord still clipped to the rolling pole beside him. “What the hell—”
“Shhh. Get up. We’re breaking out.”
“Breaking out? What is this, The Shawshank Redemption?”
“More like Ferris Bueller.” You tilt your head towards the door. “Come on.”
He grumbled but didn’t fight you. Not really. Not when you knelt beside him to unhook the brake on the IV pole, not when you handed him his hoodie, not even when you said, “Trust me.”
Because somehow, he did.
*
The hospital rooftop was colder than you expected. Windy. Vast. You spread out the blanket in the corner, just beneath a patch of sky not blocked by fluorescent glow or steel scaffolding. The stars were faint. But they were stars.
Sam stared at them like he’d forgotten they still existed.
For a while, you didn’t talk. You just sat; both of you on the blanket, IV pole beside him like a loyal dog, your legs curled beneath you.
“This is illegal,” Sam muttered.
“Technically, so is your attitude.”
He smirked.
You leaned back, arms propped behind you, staring upward. “What would you do if you could do literally anything?”
He scoffed. “Loaded question.”
“You said you’d answer next time.”
He was quiet for a long beat. Then, like cutting through the wind he finally answers. “..I’d run away. Somewhere no one could find me. Somewhere I could scream if I wanted. Maybe Montana.”
You glanced sideways. “You’d last three hours without Wi-Fi.”
Sam scoffed. “I’d be fine. I’m emotionally complex. I could meditate or some shit.”
You turned your head. “You? Meditate?”
He sat up straighter. “I could. I’m very zen.”
“You literally flipped off a nurse for waking you up during your nap.”
Sam shrugged. “Disturbing my peace.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re like a raccoon who developed anxiety and a nicotine addiction.”
He laughed, really laughed, and for a second, you forgot this was a hospital rooftop. Forgot about IV poles and labs and things you hadn’t told him yet.
Another beat of silence. Then he asked it—carefully, the words were balancing on the edge of something sharp.
“What would you do if you could disappear?”
You didn’t look at him.
You didn’t have to.
“I’d fall in love with someone.. go on a roadtrip to nowhere. Just us and the vast open road.”
He didn’t say anything for a while.
The air between you pressed down like a blanket soaked in unsaid things.
Then—
“Alright, Hallmark card. That was dramatic.”
You turned to him, offended. “Excuse me?”
“Just saying. You could’ve said something like, ‘open a bakery’ or ‘ride a motorcycle.’ But nah, you went full Nicholas Sparks.”
“You’re such a dick.”
“You started it.”
You reached over and poked his side, and he flinched. Your eyes widening at the sudden revelation. “God, are you ticklish?”
“No,” he said too fast.
“That sounded like a lie, Monroe.” You smirked.
“Touch me again and I’ll yeet your soul off this roof.”
You burst out laughing—real, loud, head-tilted-back laughing—and it was so infectious Sam couldn’t even pretend not to smile.
He watched you like you were the only bright thing on that rooftop. Maybe the only bright thing in his entire goddamn life.
You didn’t notice.
…And he wasn’t brave enough to say it.
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A/N: this took too long to write I’m so sorry 😢 I’ve been so busy lately I hate it! Next chapter will be a bit of a plot mover so I’ve been putting out some filler lol
