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[how_itgoes]

Sam

This is what...

Stay. Here. With me.

This is what it must be like. It's been so long since he's felt like this, but after everything that's happened in the past. With Martha and the Master, with Annie leaving (where has she gone, what does this mean, why does the only good part about Manchester have to vanish while Gene stays!), with Alex

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[so_near_an_end]

A few books about babies and pregnancies were tucked securely under Cecilia's arm. She quite thought Robbie would appreciate them; they hadn't these particular books back at their hut. True though it was Robbie and Cecilia already had procured a mountain of texts on the subject, Cecilia was of the same mind as Robbie. They simply could not have enough books on hand to prepare them for the birth of their child come winter.

As Cecilia stepped outside the compound, a soft smile made its way to her countenance. There were times she could not fathom the kindness of this island, and today was one of those days. She and Robbie had been brought here to begin life anew.

The pleased smile quickly disappeared from Cecilia's face at the sight of the young man.

"Hello?" she called, hastening to reach him, for he seemed distressed.

[how_itgoes]

Sam's found the nearest hard surface and he thinks it's the Compound wall as he bends over, trying to clear his vision and breathe in. Just breathe in, he thinks, he just needs to..."Can't," he manages to get out with a great deal of a struggle, baring his teeth and pressing his lips together in this drama of getting out two words, "...breathe."

[so_near_an_end]

Abruptly dropping the books at her feet, Cecilia transformed immediately into ward sister. Her posture alone spoke volumes, declaring the utter seriousness of the situation and how very shrewdly she would inspect this unexpected patient.

"Don't talk more than necessary," she instructed him, placing a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. "Straighten up please so I can see you properly."

[how_itgoes]

Sam is trying to pay attention, but he's blasting his eyes open as wide as they'll go so he won't succumb to the dark and he straightens up, wheezing and huffing and how does he explain that somewhere else entirely, they're taking him off. He must be degenerating if they don't believe he can make it off.

He's not going to die. He is not going to give up!

[wutaiheart]

"Oh, man, did you have the mushrooms? You can't eat those, you'll start to have problems," Yuffie informed the guy. He looked pretty sick, and she considered running to get Aeris.

But first, she had to establish whether he was, to turn the popular phrase, TRIPPIN' HIS BALLS OFF.

[how_itgoes]

Sam just wheezes and stares at the girl because he's got not a hope in hell of understanding just why she thinks he's on a drug trip. Those, those he can't remember and are because 'innocent' young girls spike your drink when you're just trying to help them. "Can't. Breathe," he manages in short little puffs.

[wutaiheart]

Her first thought was about how much easier this would be if she could just give him an Antidote or a Remedy. Maybe Cloud or Aeris or Zack would have one, but who knew if it would work here. "Then what did you do?" she asked, and briskly wedged herself under his arm.

"Clinic with you."

[how_itgoes]

Sam is breathing shallowly, but he still wants to critically tell her that no, he hasn't done anything wrong, but then he's being carted off. "Need ventilator," he demands, pleads, begs. "Something to help...me breathe."

[im_the_sheriff]

"Wot's wrong with you then?" Gene asked gruffly, stepping out of the kitchen and eying his DI with almost concerned curiosity. "Not high again, are you? At least you've still got your bloody clothes on this time..."

Except Gene wasn't as thick as one might assume, and after a moment he caught on to what was happening.

"Oh no you don't, you bastard," he muttered, "Tell me what it is, Tyler. Drugs? Heart attack? Come on, you dolt, tell me what's happening!" he shouted, as if yelling might help.

He didn't have medical training, he'd never bothered, but if the other man could give him a clue... Well, maybe he could fill in the blanks.

[how_itgoes]

Sam barely manages to lift his head from where he's hunched over against the wall and staring wearily at Gene because he can't pull breaths and if he's dying, then it's all a loss anyway. He's not going home, he's not going to stay there. "No drugs," he bites out, a wheeze. "Can't breathe, Guv."

If he had another one in him, he might've spat out 'not a dolt, you brute'.

[im_the_sheriff]

"Stop talking then, I'm not giving you mouth to mouth if you pass out," Gene huffed, which was a relief since he didn't really know how to do it.

Under the panic and the insults though, there was genuine worry, and Gene was more gentle than usual as he slipped an arm under one of Tyler's and pulled the other man out of the hall and into the rec room. Guiding him to the sofa, he looked like he might say something more before he changed his mind, leaving him and heading off to the clinic.

He was moving at a fairly impressive clip seeing as how he wasn't running.

It was unclear what happened after that. Whether he figured it all out himself or if maybe he stopped to ask someone. What mattered was he returned with the shot.

He didn't use it though, not yet. He just sort of stood there... holding it and looking unsure.

[how_itgoes]

Sam's just sitting there and the sitting does help, he'll admit that much, but out of nowhere he can hear the steady heart monitor of somewhere near by and he stares at Gene, then at what he's got in his hands. "What..." he gets out, blinking rapidly, "the bloody hell...?"