Sam's tears finally dried up, leaving behind tracks in their wake. He relaxed again, breathing evenly and slowly. The song was filtering into his subconscious and while he wouldn't remember it when he woke up, maybe the memory would show itself during his dreams.

It was a good song and she had such a good voice and he hated that he couldn't be awake and listening to it right now. He wasn't even aware and that sucked. Being sick sucked.