Shoot the Messenger

Much to his relief bandages began to fly towards him and Sam let Remi take his hands. In some ways he felt there was no point in wrapping them up, knowing he would heal quickly, but...it felt nice to be looked after, cared for. His hands would still feel better in bandages even if there was little physical benefit. Remi's words brought a flicker to his lips that might have once been a smile, and he looked up to meet his eyes. Sam caught Remi's own real smile, but he saw that it didn't reach his eyes. Staring back down at his hands, feeling odd being unable to embrace Remi with them, he asked a stupid question: "Remi...a-are you....alright? You..you s-seem to be taking this...ve-very well." Sam knew if he'd received news one of his best friends had died he would have been inconsolable immediately, rolling about on the floor and sobbing. Samuel This time I might just disappear