You kneeled beside Sam’s bed as he fell asleep, eyes swollen from the tears he shed in the shower. The moment he realised that Lou wasn’t there with him, she was never there. His little girl died and he’s forced to accept that.

His Ha had just recovered from the strain of being stuck in a sick loop of pain and agony before being brought back to life yet again by fate. Resurrected over and over again….

It felt like hell for him.

To not be able to die.

It hurts you to see him like this and not be able to do anything other than let him make peace with the truth at his own pace.

You tell Dollman you’d check up on Sam in an hour, but just as you were about to leave a warmth cradles your wrist.

His hand circled like an anchor “Stay, don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone again…” Sam whispered, his voice coarse from his dry throat.