When the night rises... *book three*

Downs and THEN ups

"Right. I am going to ask you flat out, and you will answer me."

I look down at sam from across the table. He's sat down and I'm stood up.

"Are you eating anything at work? Because you aren't eating the food that I cook you, and you seem to be getting so thin and I am worrying about you!"

He doesn't answer me and instead, looks at the table.

"For gods sakes Sam, Why aren't you speaking to me!?"
"Don't yell at me!!"

I sit down and sigh, "I'm sorry. I just- I just want to understand why you aren't eating anything. Is it because of what happened in Texas?"
"It was just the whole trip..."
"What happened?"
"It- it was just like everyone hated me... they all made racist comments... kept calling me fat... picked on me... the boss was just... creepy and an ass hole, that guy was more of an ass hole after what he did, because for some reason they let him go, and it all just hung around my head like... like this constant buzz and I couldn't focus or sleep or do anything."

He leans back in his chair and covers his face

I get up, walk around to him and hug him.

He leans against me...

I spent the whole day with him at work. It was supposed to be a bring your sibling to work day, but his siblings are in England, so they let him take me instead.

They were all having a celebration for having solved a case.

I walk up to Sam with some small little things on a plate, "what are these?"
"Cocktail sausages."
"Are they nice?"
"They're okay."

I eat one.

"Eh... I don't really like the taste of food. Want one?"
"Sure."

He takes one and eats it.

"I'm going to see if there are any drinks. would you like to come with me?"

He shakes his head, "nah, I'll wait here."

"Okay."

I go find drinks and find champagne.

"Ooh!"

I take two glasses and go find Sam again.

"Drink?"

He takes one and downs it.

I sip mine.

Sergeant Davies walks up to us, "hey guys!"
"Hello, Sir." Sam replies.
"How are you too?"
"I'm a bit tired. Don't know about Damien."

Sergeant Davies looks at me, "DayJay?"
"Good Good."
"Cool."

Sam tugs on my sleeve, "think I might just go home, you stay if you want."
"No, I'll come with you. Bye Davies."

"Bye guys!"

Me and Sam go outside to his car and get in.

He starts driving.

When we're on a lonely road, he starts wavering and passes out and I steer the car and pull over.

I get out of my side and rush over to Sams, get him out and put him in the recovery position.

I then call the police who say they'll send an ambulance.

He gets taken to the hospital and I follow in Sams car.

I sit in the waiting room for hours before they finally tell me he's awake.

The doctor talks to me on the way, "because of his fatally low weight, we are going to keep him in for a few weeks and make sure he is fed. Okay?"
"He won't like that, He doesn't like feeling trapped."
"Do you want him to die?"
"..."

I walk a little faster than the doctor and the doctor speeds up so she's ahead of me And she stops at the door to Sams room and goes in.

I follow after and sit next to Sam.

He looks so thin, I feel like his arms would snap if i tried to lift them.

He doesn't look at me, and instead looks up at the ceiling.

I take his hand carefully and he sighs. He tears up.

"Are you alright?"
"I don't want to stay here..."

"Mr Louis, please understand that we are trying to help you."
"I'm not Mr Louis. It's Mr Callas, I'm married."
"Ah... yes... right..."

The doctor pushes me out of the room and tells me to go home.

I check on Sam as often as I'm allowed, and they let him out of the hospital after two months.

We get home and he goes straight upstairs.

I follow him and find him face down in our bed.

"Sam?"
"It's so comfy..."

I sit down next to him, "you glad to be back?"

He nods and sits up. He then hugs me, pressing his face against my chest.

I kiss his forehead.

"You're looking much healthier, my dear."

He smiles warmly.

"Please know that if anyone ever says anything to you, tell me and I will slap them for you, okay? Tell me and I will give you my full undying support."
"Thank you..."

He leans against me.

I kick off my shoes and we lay down and I wrap my arms around him...

I wake up to Sam having drooled on my chest.

I wake him up.

"Mmm?"
"You drooled on me."

He leans on his arm and looks at the drool, "shit, sorry love..."

He reaches for a packet of tissues in the bedside draw, wipes his face and then my chest.

"Do you want to take a shower with me?" I ask.

"Sure..."

He gets up and almost falls off the bed.

"Woah, steady!"
"Oops..."

I hold him, "careful, love."

I get up and help him up.

"I haven't slept on a comfy bed in ages..."
"It's okay love. Now, let's go have that shower."

We go into the bathroom and undress and shower.

Sam relaxes against me and o hold him close, "I love you too, moy dorogoy muzh"

He smiles, "ty luchsheye, chto kogda-libo vkhodilo v moyu zhizn'."
"Actually, I more stumbled than entered, we were both drunk when we met, remember?"
"Ah, yes! You stayed the night at mine, and actually left before I got up."
"Yes, your children didn't like me at the time."

He chuckles, "they were sweet."

"They were. I wish they'd visit more often."

He takes my hand in his, "for now, it's just me, you, and Jake."

"He'll be happy to see you, he was sleeping at his friends last night."
"When will he be back?"
"Six."
"Okay. God, I am six hundred and fifteen years old..."
"I know. You're older than me by fourteen years."
"Yep."

He pats his stomach, "still a little excess weight... you maybe want to go to the gym in a bit?"
"Okay, but be sure to keep an eye out that your weight is healthy, okay?"

I put my arms around his waist, "besides, I don't mind your little "excess weight" as you call it. Squish!"

He chuckles, "don't squish my belly!"
"Squish squish!"

He laughs and I tickle him and he falls against me and I hold him up and kiss his neck, and we're both laughing and I smile...