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Close. Too damn close.  

The thought kept running through Charlie’s head as he sat by Sami’s side. The smells of the hospital kept threatening to bring back older, unpleasant memories, but his focus remained on the rise and fall of Sami’s chest.  

“Come on, ye bastard,” Charlie said softly. He reached out and squeezed Sami’s hand, “Stay with me, I need you.”  

Sami squeezed back, “Not going anywhere,” he rasped.  

Tears welled up in relief, “There you are.” He rose, “I should get the doctor.”  



“Stay, for me?”  

“Aye,” he took Sami’s hand again, “I can do that.”