I'll get better

Another Freakin' Dosage

Listening to Better Left Unsaid. Okay, do you guys know why my left hand feels like it's dying? I'll just type with my right hand. Shouldn'r bw too hsrd rifht? I give up. I'll just kill my left hand for you guys. OW OW OW OW OW

Sam's pov

I was in a terrible, terrible dream when my my bed moved a little and soon a hand shook my shoulder. I didn't care how scary that stupid dream was, I didn't want to wake up yet. I was soooooooo tired. They shook my shoulder again, and this time I decided to regain consciousness.

I awoke with a yelp. My stomach was hurting, like really bad.

"Yeah, I know." Said my bed.

I shouted and jumped a little, but an arm tightened around my waist.

"Shh, it's me, Freddie. Don't move a lot."

It was still dark out.

"What time is it?"

"Two in the morning. You need more medication, it's wearing off."

"You think?" I asked, groaning. "I need Bleh the Bucket."

Again, I threw up, it was beginning to feel like a routine now, and then set Bleh the Bucket down once more.

"Still dizzy?"

"C- nevermind."

"What?" He asked inquiringly.

"I just feel like I'm gonna fall off," I said shyly, "And I know if I was right in the head right now, I wouldn't ask this, but can you hold me with both arms? I just feel like I'm gonna fall off the other side."

He smiled sadly. "Sure. But first you need to swallow your pill."

I groaned. Good luck with that, dude.

Fifteen minutes later, my stomach had started hurting so much that I had literally given up with arguing with him, given up with moving. I slumped against him, instead of like before when I was all tense on his chest ready for him to decide he didn't care I was hurt and was going to wrestle me.

"Do I win?" He laughed.

"Sam?"

"SAM!"

My stomach was really hurting, but I managed to nod, then gasped in pain as I felt how much that hurt.

"Sam? I'm gonna give you your pill now. Please swallow it. Then you can go to sleep, I promise."

It was kind of hard giving me the pill, but he did it well considering I was on top of him. I swallowed, and tried to close my eyes, but the pain was too great to sleep. So I just laid there trying to ignore the pain with my eyes open.

"Do you want me to turn the T.V. on?" He asked.

I didn't move or speak.

"I'll turn the T.V. on."

He flipped through the channels for a little bit.

"Okay, so here's your two choices. News or Girly Cow? That's a stupid question. OBVIOUSLY the News." He said sarcastically, obviously trying to get anything out of me, even a smile. The expression of fear was evident on his face, I was scaring him, but there was really nothing I could do about it. I just stared at him blankly, my head turned to the side to face him.

He turned on Girly Cow, but I didn't want to move my head to look at the T.V. He must have figured that out, because he gently took my head in his hands and turned it lightly so the back of my head was resting on his chest. I sighed my thank you, and watched Girly Cow, but mostly paying attention to Freddie's chest rising and falling, trying to get my breathing to match his.

"Okay, my arms are locked in place and you're okay, I'm gonna go to sleep now. Wake me somehow if you need anything." He said. "Next dosage is 8:00."

I didn't react.

"A.M."

This time I smiled a little bit. He sighed in relief.

"Now I can go to sleep for real."