The Hospital (Sam and colby)

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"Colby?" The voice was faint, almost imperceptible. Colby's heart skipped a beat, and he jerked his head up, wiping the tears from his eyes. For a moment, he stared at the unchanged scene before him: the steady beep of the heart monitor, the hiss of the oxygen machine, and the still figure lying in the hospital bed.

And then, a miracle. Sam's eyes fluttered open, revealing a pair of irises that had lost none of their warmth despite the day of coma. His chest rose and fell in a stronger rhythm, and the color began to return to his cheeks. Colby felt the grip of fear loosen as hope surged through him, filling the void that despair had carved. He stumbled over to the bedside, his knees shaking as he reached out to touch Sam's hand, afraid to break the fragile moment."Sam?" Colby's voice was thick with emotion as he gently squeezed the cold, lifeless fingers. And then, a twitch. A slight, almost imperceptible movement, but it was there. The heart monitor sped up, the beeps growing more insistent, and Sam's hand curled around Colby's, gripping it tightly. "Sam, can you hear me?"Panic flooded Colby's veins as the beeps grew more frantic. Sam's chest began to rise and fall rapidly, a silent struggle against the ventilator that had been his lifeline for so long. The nurse, alerted by the change in the machines, rushed into the room, her eyes scanning the monitors before settling on the patient. She moved swiftly, her gaze full of a calm professionalism that seemed almost out of place amidst the chaos of Colby's emotions."It's okay," she murmured, her voice soothing despite the urgency in her movements. She worked with practiced ease, flipping switches and checking readings. "He's fighting the tube. That's a good sign."Colby nodded, his eyes never leaving Sam's face. He watched as the nurse moved with a gentle haste, her eyes never leaving the monitors. The beeps grew louder, more insistent, but she remained calm. "You need to let go," she told him firmly, yet kindly. "Let him do the work."With trembling hands, Colby released Sam's hand and stepped back as the nurse worked. She switched off the ventilator, and the room was filled with the sound of Sam's own breaths, ragged and shallow. The beeps of the monitor grew more frequent, but the nurse didn't seem concerned. She leaned closer, her eyes on Sam's chest, watching it rise and fall erratically. "Good," she murmured. "That's it, Sam. Keep fighting."Colby felt his throat tighten as he watched the nurse's efficient hands untangle the tubes and wires that had become a part of Sam's body. She paused, placing a hand on Sam's forehead to check his temperature, then nodded to herself. "Alright," she said, turning to Colby. "We're going to remove the tube now. It might be a bit uncomfortable for him, but it's necessary."Colby nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. He wanted to be the one to comfort Sam, to tell him it would all be okay, but he knew he had to let the nurse do her job. He stepped back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and watched as she carefully began to extract the ventilator tube. Sam's eyes darted back and forth, unfocused, and he let out a weak, guttural sound. The beeps grew faster, the tension in the room palpable as Colby held his breath.The nurse's eyes met Colby's for a brief second, offering a reassuring smile before returning to her task. She worked quickly, her movements sure and precise, as she untangled the tube from Sam's throat. Sam's face contorted in pain, and Colby had to look away, his own breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He felt his heart pound in his chest, echoing the frantic rhythm of the monitors.Finally, with a gentle tug, the tube was free. Sam's eyes shot open, and he let out a strangled gasp for air, his chest heaving. The nurse held his hand, her eyes never leaving his, and whispered, "You're okay, you're okay."The moment the nurse stepped aside, Colby rushed to Sam's side, his eyes never leaving the man he had feared he might lose forever. He took Sam's hand in his own, feeling the warmth and life that had been absent for so long. "Sam," he choked out, his voice thick with relief. "You're back."Sam's eyes searched Colby's, confusion and pain mingling in their depths. He tried to speak, but his voice was a harsh, raspy whisper. Colby leaned closer, his heart racing as he tried to make out the words. "It's okay," he murmured. "You're okay now."The nurse, having finished her task, took a step back and nodded to Colby, giving him a nod that indicated it was okay to stay. She slipped out of the room, leaving the two of them alone. Colby felt his own tears fall again as Sam's eyes focused on him, recognition dawning in those once-glazed orbs."Colby," Sam croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. It was the sweetest sound Colby had ever heard. He leaned over the bed, his hand clutching Sam's tightly. "You're here.""Always," Colby replied, his own voice trembling with emotion. He didn't realize until that moment how much he had missed the sound of Sam's voice, the feel of his hand, the warmth of his touch. He brushed a lock of hair from Sam's forehead, his thumb lingering there, feeling the pulse of life beneath the skin.The nurse's footsteps grew fainter until the only sound in the room was the persistent rhythm of the heart monitor and the harsh, labored breaths that seemed to echo Sam's struggle to return to consciousness. Amanda paused at the door, her eyes brimming with tears, and offered a nod of encouragement before she slipped out, leaving them in a bubble of intimate quietude.Colby hovered over Sam, his heart racing as he searched for any signs of further distress. But as the moments stretched into minutes, Sam's breathing grew steadier, his eyes less wild. He blinked slowly, as if trying to clear a fog from his vision. "Colby," he murmured again, his voice stronger this time."Yeah, buddy," Colby whispered, his eyes never leaving Sam's face. "I'm here."Gently, Colby wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling him into a tight embrace. He felt Sam's body tense for a moment before relaxing into the warmth of his friend's embrace. The weight of Sam's head against his shoulder was the most reassuring feeling in the world. Time seemed to stop as they held each other, the only sounds in the room their mingled breaths and the steady beep of the heart monitor.For hours, they talked, their voices low and comforting. Sam spoke haltingly at first, his throat raw from the tube and his mind sluggish from the drugs, but as the minutes turned into hours, his speech grew clearer. They talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories from the days that had passed and memories from their childhood. Laughter bubbled up, punctuating the air with a lightness that had been absent for so long. It was as if they were relearning each other, rediscovering the bond that had always been there, unbroken despite the horrors of the coma.

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