You were both banged up. Not too extremely, but enough that stitches and curse words were inevitable. Sam had you up on the countertop at the nearest motel he could find, slotting himself between your legs as he immediately tended to the slash on your shoulder.

"That's it, honey. Be still."

He whispers as he starts stitching your broken skin back together. His deep hazel eyes were so concentrated and concerned as he touched you, making sure not to harm an inch of your body. You catch him smiling a bit, and before you can ask, he speaks.

"You've got a new freckle."

He whispers, almost to himself as his pointer finger taps a small dot on your clavicle. Leave it to him to notice the tiniest change on your skin. He knew and loved your body inside and out.

"Alright, I fixed you all up. Tell me right away if you feel anything that hurts, okay baby?"

Sam says, his eyes wide with worry. When you nod, he releases his grip on you if only a little.

"That's my good girl. Just go lay down for a while while I stitch up my arm, okay?"