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VOICEMAIL | Sam Winchester

"This is Sam. Do your worst."


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6.13. "Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need."
Grey's Anatomy

Co-written with makeoutalright

Sam couldn't help feeling like a big idiot as he got wheeled through the hospital towards some garden or courtyard or the like that existed on the other side to the ward he was saying it. He had the use of his legs! He wasn't an invalid! But apparently it was hospital policy for patients who had been seriously ill to be wheeled out - or around - if they had to be on the move. At first, Sam wasn't even quite sure why he was going anywhere. Ailbe told him he was looking peaky, like he could use some 'fresh air'. Simon, who had been watching a Tomb Raider marathon on the TV, just sniggered when he heard this and earned a Death Glare from Ailbe. It all went over Sam's head, but then, Sam's head wasn't the most reliable of things right now.

He agreed to go with her, though, after her manager said it was fine and even agreed Sam looked like he could use some sun. Sun, fresh air, what the hell was this? Pick on Sam Day?Collapse )


Word Count | 4,669
128.2.E. "I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on man unless they act." - G.K. Chesterton

Co-written with drivemystick
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Simon was beginning to wonder just what the fuck he did for his luck to have gone down the shitter like this. As if being in traction and having nurses hanging around left and right, affording very little privacy, some electric fault in his room leading to the defibrillator something or other meant he had to be put into another room with another patient. His protests that he wasn't planning on having a heart attack anytime soon and wouldn't need the electricity went unheard. It was an occupational health and safety issue. Telling them he wasn't an employee, so it didn't matter, didn't work either. So, now here he was, in a double room with another dude. He couldn't even score on a sexy chick with nice tits for a room mate. All he had was a pigeon sitting on the windowsill looking at him funny and about a blink away from giving him a paranoia complex. He only broke his eye contact with the evil bird that he was trying to stare out when the other occupant in the room groaned and started to shift in his bed.

Looking over curiously, Simon eyed the guy for a moment and then raised an eyebrow...Collapse )


Word Count | 2,459