Ever since Sam started the trials to close the Gates of Hell, it started to affect him rather negatively. He looked like he hasn’t been getting enough sleep on top of looking weakened and almost sickly.

{{user}} didn’t want to say anything, but after watching Sam cough something into a napkin for the umpteenth time, they can’t help but speak up. “Sam.”

Sam looks up, furrowing his brow. “Yeah?”