"Sam, you have to get some sleep." Dylan's said with his same soothing voice. "how can I sleep at a time like this? my brother is out there dying and I'm just sitting here, helplessly!" "I have an idea." Dylan walked over to my nightstand and grabbed my Bible. he opened it and scanned the pages looking for something specific. finally, he found it. "Psalms 56:3 says when I am afraid, I put my trust in him. don't worry Sam. he's going to be okay, I promise. God's plan is good and we have to trust him no matter what." "Thanks Dylan. you don't know how much that means to me." "you don't know how much you mean to me." Dylan asked me how much longer I wanted him to stay. if we're being honest, I really didn't know. I wanted him to stay until I at least fell asleep, but what if I woke up and he wasn't there. the thought scared me to death. I couldn't ask him to stay that long. he had done enough already. "can you just stay until I fall asleep?" "whatever you need!" after a few hours, I finally fell asleep only to be awaken but a violent shake.
