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Sam had walked all the way back to his house after waking up completely lost yesterday. He still had no memory of what had happened and that was scaring him. But, he'd made it back after multiple people had offered him help and some food. He didn't know how he must have looked to them if they were offering him food and shelter and water.

But, he turned down each offer and kept walking. By the time he ended up back at the estate, his feet were bloody and sore, his stomach was growling and he was dirty and tired. It hadn't been a good day. There was fear clawing at him, deep inside his belly but he was ignoring it.

He stared at the door in front of him, almost not wanting to open it. He knew his friends would be on the other side, possibly angry, possibly scared and he wasn't sure if he wanted or even had the ability to face that down right now.

He needed help. He really did and he knew it. Maybe he could sneak in, pack a bag and leave. That's what it was coming too. He was going to have to leave and either find his uncle or...find Douglas.

Sam shuddered and turned the knob so he could slip inside the house. He'd shower, pack a bag quickly and leave.

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Natalie pulled her hand back. "Okay, if you don't want to be touched, fine," she said. "I won't force physical comfort on you. But I'm not going anywhere."

"You can stay. I'm the one that's leaving," he said, stuffing a few things in his backpack and moving to actually push past her and get out of this freaking closer. "Stay for as long as you want. Have fun with Frank and Ramon."

"You're being an idiot."

She... Okay, she actually moved to try and stand in his way because that felt like the only way she had any chance of making him at least look at her.

"You need painkillers and rest."

Sam pulled up short when she stood in his way. And he didn't look at her. He looked at his feet.

"I'm fine. I'll get what I need when I'm gone," he told her. "Please move."

Natalie ducked her head, tried to catch his eye anyway.

She shook her head. "No."

"Natalie, I don't love you anymore, I don't want you here, so move," he said, lying through his teeth but doing it just to get her to move so he could get himself away from people. "Move."

He didn't look at her.

Natalie didn't even flinch.

Well, not much.

"I wish you'd actually provide some reasons instead of trying to hurt my feelings."

"Because I asked you to," Sam tried, starting to get a little agitated with everything. "Please. I need to leave. I need to get myself out of here. I need to!"

Okay, that was bad, but she held strong for just one more word.

"Why?"

Considering she'd already asked that a couple of times, she wasn't expecting a good answer.

Sam didn't answer. His head was throbbing and he felt a little nauseous, like he might actually pass out for a second. Maybe it was the lack of food. Or the lack of water. Or the lack of...everything.

He reached out and put a hand on the closet wall to hold himself up.

This time, Natalie reached out a hand to steady him without hesitation.

"Sam?"

The room spun and despite that, Sam was still trying to shrug her touch off. He held onto the wall for a second longer before he couldn't hang on and he hit the floor, crumpling down in the closet.

Well, that wasn't going to be good for his plan to leave. When he came to, he'd try again. Most likely.

"Sam!"

Well, that wasn't good. Natalie kneeled beside him instantly, checking him over.

"Ramon!"

Ramon came barreling into the closet, eyes searching for the source of the shout.

"What happened?" he asked, kneeling down beside Sam and reaching to feel his head. "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know." And now, she sounded pretty pained about that. "He just collapsed."

"Okay," Ramon said, already moving to try and get Sam up and into his arms so he could bring him out of the closet. "Come on. Go and see if Frank's gotten a hold of his mother. This, at least, means that he can't leave."

"Not that that will stop him from trying once he comes to."

Of course she wasn't convinced at least one of them wouldn't be basically sitting on him once that happened. She got to her feet to go find Frank.

She didn't have to look too far. Frank was just coming back in the room when Ramon was bringing Sam out of the closet.

"Did you punch him?" he asked, frowning. "Ramon!"

"I didn't punch him!" Ramon said, taking Sam over and laying him on his bed. "Natalie said he just collapsed."

"...should I call 911?"

His mother was already on her way and Brid would probably end up here soon so he didn't know.

"I don't know, I think he might just be exhausted," Natalie offered, even though there was a pretty obvious frown of worry on her face.

This wasn't what she'd expected to come here to do.

Sam didn't move when Ramon put him on the bed and then Ramon didn't know what to do. He just stood there, looking agitated and restless.

"His mom's coming," Frank said, scratching his cheek and looking worried himself. "Should we try and wake him up?"

"Yes," Natalie decided, trying to get to her crisis mindset, the one that let her get through the long days in the dungeon. All action and no worrying. She moved closer to the bed. "How much did you tell her?"

"As much as I could," Frank said, coming to stand on the opposite side of the bed and looking down at Sam sadly. "She's angry at Sam but worried. She said she'd bring something. Something about binding him temporarily."

Natalie just barely kept herself from wincing. "Well. He's not going to like that." But that was for later. She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached from Sam's shoulders, to give him a shake. Not too hard. "Sam! Wake up."

"Is that going to work?" Frank wondered, watching her shake Sam and watching Sam not respond for the moment. "Maybe we should try cold water?"

"Well, get cold water then," Natalie replied, although she gave Sam a firmer shake just in case. "Because I'd rather go for that before slapping him. Sam!"

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