Nothing Valued, Nothing Feared. Let me die on my own terms.
Sam had been sleeping since his return to civilization. He couldn't really curl up, which was frustrating. He held Wilson's brother's coat tight, very much like a security blanket. He had no idea what Chase was talking about with the whole situation revolving around the coat. Whatever. It didn't matter. If Chase wasn't fucking with him and Wilson really didn't want it back then he'd keep it. He had to figure out how to get the blood off of it first.
He hadn't believed in the dinosaurs when people were talking about them. Why should he? Fuck, what was this? Jurassic Park or some shit? How was he supposed to know that if he went into the forest, something out of a Steven Speilberg movie was going to try and eat him?! Chase had no right to be upset with him for that...well not by Sam's standards at least.
He closed his eyes, trying to let sleep claim him again. That wasn't going to happen. The other guy in the room kept throwing up and whimpering or...well at least it sounded like whimpering. Stupid wuss. He wanted to roll over and block it out, but it hurt too much to be in any position but on his back. The irony was not lost on Sam.
He was dreading seeing Wilson walk through that door. Everytime he heard footsteps outside, he tensed up, but so far the only person he'd seen since Chase left was this black guy. He must be new. He was intimidating, at least to Sam. He looked like a doctor, yeah, but he still made Sam feel a bit on edge. It was probably the tattoos on his hand. Did doctors get tattoos? Sam didn't think so. He was reassuring though, and Sam liked that. It was good to be around a doctor he didn't have any sort of emotion permanently attached to.
To tell the truth, Sam was alternately terrified and hopeful at the prospect of House coming in. He wanted to tell him about what he'd seen Wilson doing with Johnny. Neil? Who the shit was that? Probably just someone Chase made up to protect Wilson from getting reemed for not being able to keep it in his pants again.
His arms tightened around the coat.
Footsteps approached.
Sam tensed.
[[ooc - open to anyone. House is very much wanted in this thread, but other than that, Sam will interact with anyone.
Summaries: House and Sam argue and are generally snitty at each other. At least there's one person on the island who can't stand the gimp.
Wilson and Sam have a talk and Sam tries to prove that he's strong enough to get on without James' help, but fails miserably.
Johnny was worried about the mysteriously disappearing emo-kid roommate. He finds Sam in the clinic. Sam convinces him to help him escape the clinic in favour of the Hummer. He's trying, he really is.]]
He hadn't believed in the dinosaurs when people were talking about them. Why should he? Fuck, what was this? Jurassic Park or some shit? How was he supposed to know that if he went into the forest, something out of a Steven Speilberg movie was going to try and eat him?! Chase had no right to be upset with him for that...well not by Sam's standards at least.
He closed his eyes, trying to let sleep claim him again. That wasn't going to happen. The other guy in the room kept throwing up and whimpering or...well at least it sounded like whimpering. Stupid wuss. He wanted to roll over and block it out, but it hurt too much to be in any position but on his back. The irony was not lost on Sam.
He was dreading seeing Wilson walk through that door. Everytime he heard footsteps outside, he tensed up, but so far the only person he'd seen since Chase left was this black guy. He must be new. He was intimidating, at least to Sam. He looked like a doctor, yeah, but he still made Sam feel a bit on edge. It was probably the tattoos on his hand. Did doctors get tattoos? Sam didn't think so. He was reassuring though, and Sam liked that. It was good to be around a doctor he didn't have any sort of emotion permanently attached to.
To tell the truth, Sam was alternately terrified and hopeful at the prospect of House coming in. He wanted to tell him about what he'd seen Wilson doing with Johnny. Neil? Who the shit was that? Probably just someone Chase made up to protect Wilson from getting reemed for not being able to keep it in his pants again.
His arms tightened around the coat.
Footsteps approached.
Sam tensed.
[[ooc - open to anyone. House is very much wanted in this thread, but other than that, Sam will interact with anyone.
Summaries: House and Sam argue and are generally snitty at each other. At least there's one person on the island who can't stand the gimp.
Wilson and Sam have a talk and Sam tries to prove that he's strong enough to get on without James' help, but fails miserably.
Johnny was worried about the mysteriously disappearing emo-kid roommate. He finds Sam in the clinic. Sam convinces him to help him escape the clinic in favour of the Hummer. He's trying, he really is.]]