its 2am and you woke up from your sleep feeling sick. you jump out of bed and run to the bathroom, barely making it as you throw up into the toilet.

a few seconds later you feel a hand running up and down your back, and another holding your hair out of your face.

“it’s okay baby, let it all out” sam says as his hand moves up your back to rub your shoulder. sam knew how bad you hated throwing up, and he forgot his tiredness as he comforted you.