I Can't Do This Without You (Sam Drake x Reader)

Now's the Time

The next morning came. You were still shook up from last night. You couldn't have ever imagined such a huge slash on a body, let alone yours. Louise the nurse came back in as she regularly does, checking on you before sending you off to rehabilitation again. As she filled out papers on her clipboard about how you felt and if there are any recent changes you noticed, you stopped her.

"Louise, who is my fiancee?"

She looked up from her clipboard, "well, he is most likely going to be on his way up to visit you soon, so I'll introduce you both then. Now, you can't be rude to him or anything either, he is an emotional wreck. But when I see him I'll bring him up, okay?"

You sighed, and looked down. 'How is he an emotional mess when I literally had a rock lodged into me?' You decided to disregard your petty thoughts with a quick shake of your head. "Has he ever visited me before?"

"Well, yes, but I don't know if you'll remember him any. It has been a while."

"What's his name?"

A moment of silence was shared between you both. She was unwilling to tell you, and you, frankly, didn't want to know either. Although you do want to know who the person you're going to marry is, you couldn't help but to imagine who this person was. What if he was absolutely terrible? What if he was so boring and couldn't hold a conversation or was some washbuckling pirate?! Millions of possibilities roamed through your mind, and all of them had the potential of being true.

Suddenly, the walky-talky clipped to her pant buckle buzzed. "Oh, I'm sorry Miss Y/N. I have to take this." You nodded, and dismissed her. Just as Louise was leaving, that man from all those days ago ran into her, clashing foreheads. They both held their foreheads in pain and exchanged apologies before Louise decided to step into your room again.

"Samuel, I think now's the time."

Although he was out of your view, you heard a slight sigh of fear. With one last quick breath, he stepped into the room. He was dressed in a denim jacket, with a wool collar. Under was a dull, red shirt, with only two buttons at the top. His hair was slicked behind his ears, and fluffed out at the ends. You still couldn't help but realize how gorgeous he was; no matter how crazy he acted.

"Hey Mr. Drake," you told him quietly, not letting your mouth quiver into a smile or frown. He rested his back against the hospital wall, his hands crossed at the wrists. "Hey Miss Y/N."

Louise took one of his hands, pulling him closer to you. Samuel sat down in one of the plush chairs, and slouched over his knees. His elbows met his knees and his hands were folded delicately. He seemed to be a gentle giant in a way; he only raises his voice when mad, but only by a single octave. Otherwise, his actions were very carefully chosen and carried out cautiously. You sort of admired this little quirk of his.

"Please Miss Y/N, I know you have been asking and it's really important to you, so please do not have any rash outbursts." Louise said calmly, clearly nervous to announce who the gentleman is.

"I won't, I just want to meet this man and talk to him. It's not fair that I haven't discussed this with him yet, or wait-- does he even know I can't remember him?"

Samuel then rested his calloused hand onto yours, with a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Don't bother, I already know, Y/N."

You gasped loudly, nearly unable to control the sudden words that left your mouth. "What?! No way is that true-- I mean--"

All you could do was anxiously peer over to Louise, who was just nodding in confirmation. You then shot your eyes to Samuel. He seemed to be smiling, but a painful smile. You couldn't imagine all the feelings he went through in the past week; his love suddenly injured to terribly she lost memory, specifically memories of him, yelled at him to leave when he tried to tell her that he was indeed the fiancee.

"Shit."

You then quickly covered your mouth, not wanting him to get the wrong impression. "I-- I shouldn't have said that. I don't know if you're okay with cursing; are you okay with cursing? I didn't mean to offend you--"

Samuel smiled, and brought his hand to the back of his neck, laughing a bit. "You always had a gutter mouth, glad you still do."