{Colby's POV}
First we had to sign in. Sam had to give his full name, and sign a load of sheets of paper before a nurse came over and showed Sam the room that would be his home for as long as it took him to recover from this darn surgery. "I'll leave you for a bit to settle in. I'll be back soon to make sure everything's normal before the surgery," she explained, flashing us a friendly smile before she disappeared, closing the door behind her. Sam sighed, and sat down on the bed, gathering the hospital gown he would have to wear until after the surgery, when he could change into some pyjamas we bought him, in his hands. I sat down next to him. "You ok?" I asked. He looked at me, his blue glistening eyes looking into mine. He didn't give me an answer, but I could tell he was anything but ok. His hand was shaking, a sign of nervousness. I placed my hand gently on top of his shaking fingers. "I don't wanna wear this thing either," he groaned, referring to the gown in his arms. "It'll only be till after the surgery Sam. Then you can wear your own pyjamas, ok?" I reassured him. I stood up, turning around and facing the wall. "Hurry up and change silly, I won't look," I promised, covering my eyes with my ringed fingers so Sam knew I wasn't going to peak. I stood there for a few minutes, hearing the rustling of Sams clothes coming of and the hospital gown going on. Then the sound of padding footsteps across the room towards me made me turn around. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Sam. He looked so adorable in that gown, I just couldn't. Without warning, he hugged me, resting his head on my chest and wrapping his arms around me. I hugged him back, looking down at him fondly. "Come on, that nurse will be back soon," I told him, leading him back to the bed where he sat down. I sat down in the chair next to his bedside, quickly updating everyone on what was going on, something i'd promised to do for Sam, since he was going to be in no shape to message every single one of our friends to say how he was doing. About 10 minutes passed, and the nurse came back in with a trolley filled with medical looking things. I saw Sam visibly tense when he saw it. I guess it was finally becoming real for him. Poor thing. The nurse did all sorts of things, hooking Sam to these machines that measured his heart rate, putting an IV in his hand and taking some blood. Sam didn't even flinch when the needles went in. He had been down this road so many times before, he was probably numb to the feeling of things like injections. She did all these tests to make sure Sam was ok to go ahead with the surgery. She reassured us that everything was fine, that the organ was reliable, and Sam would be able to go ahead and have the surgery today. I couldn't help to see the flicker of disappointment on Sam's face. It was clear he didn't want this operation, but he didn't have much choice. And then Sam's surgeon came in, talking Sam and I through the surgery, what was going to happen when he was in there, how afterwards he would be sedated for a couple of hours, and then he would come around. Then Sam has to sign the consent forms. I saw his little hand shaking as he put his signature into the box. I had to sign a paper also, as I was his emergency contact. The surgeon said Sam would be put in a little room when they sedated him, and since Sam was so noticeably nervous, he allowed me to be with him when they put him to sleep. Then he left, leaving me and Sam alone for around half an hour before the nurses came in to prep him for surgery. I moved from my little chair to sit next to Sam on the bed, throwing my arm around his smaller frame. "See. You're in good hands Sammy," I soothed. I was slightly shocked when Sam suddenly burst into tears. "Sam..." I whispered, wrapping my other arm around him and bringing him into my chest, rubbing up and down his back. "I'm so scared Colby," he sobbed. "Shhhhh, Sam it's ok," I whispered in his ear, my hand coming up
to play in his soft blonde hair. He calmed down after 5 minutes, and pulled away from my embrace. He wiped his eyes, and leaned on me. We stayed like that until the nurse came in, saying they were ready to put Sam under. Sam clung to my t - shirt as I climbed of the bed. "I'm coming with you Sam," I told him calmly, stepping back and following the nurses as they pushed his bed down endless corridors, and then into a little room next door to a theatre. They made Sam lay down flat, and he looked around wildly, his eyes filling with tears. I looked over at a nurse, and she nodded to me. I walked over to him, and pulled up a stool so I could sit down next to him. I grabbed his hand and held it, running soft circles on the back of it with my thumb. He visibly relaxed, looking at me as I looked down at his pale hand. "I love you," I smiled, looking into his eyes. "I love you too," he spoke, a small smile evident on his face. When the nurse came up with the injection that would make Sam fall asleep, he gripped my hand so tightly it was slightly painful, but I didn't care. I bought my hand up and pulled my fingers through his hair as the nurse bought the needle to the drip in his hand, and put the liquid in his system. I continued running my hand through his hair as his tight grip on my hand slowly loosened, and his eyelids dropped. "Count with me Sammy,"
I spoke softly. "1...2," he whispered, using all his strength to speak. "3...." he mumbled, his eyelids closing completely and his hand going limp in mine. I leant forward and kissed his forehead, stepping backwards and letting the nurses swarm him. I was showed out of the room, walked back down to Sams room, and that's where I waited. Waited to see if Sam was gonna be ok.
I think they'll just be one more part after this :)
