Sam held the towel to his arm with a wince, staring forwards as you patched him up. You picked up another peice of medical equipment but paused before using it, causing Sam to look up at you. "I don't know what to do without you." You say in barely more than a whisper, the silence unbearably loud. You pull yourself back, shifting your focus to his wound. Sam was still processing everything, unable to talk through the pain of his wound as you cleaned it.