Sam was never the person to complain, especially not around {{user}}. But he couldn’t help but be concerned when {{user}} got hurt really badly, again.

Sam was wiping blood from {{user}}’s nose as they both sat on one of the beds of the motel room. {{user}} had bruises and several scars on his face and arms, it was worrisome how this kept happening.

“You probably shouldn’t join us in the next hunt…” Sam stated seriously, mostly due from concern. “Especially if you’re this hurt”