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likely_evil) wrote2009-12-31 12:22 am
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mad_muses: Good Friends are Hard to Kick Out of Bed...
“A good friend is a connection to life, a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.” --Lois Wyse
Sam was aware that he looked pathetic. His face was covered with fading bruises and his arm was in a sling against his chest. There was a beer on the nightstand next to a bowl of pretzels that he occasionally reached over for a handful of one, or a sip of the other. He was on top of the blankets, leaning against a few pillows in flannel pants and a wife-beater while he watched some comedy series on television. He hadn't shaved since he had woken up in the medical ward, and had about two weeks worth of beard growing on his normally smooth face.
Ruby had been gone for three months now, and if she knew how bad Sam had let himself get, she would kick his already broken ass around to make sure he learned some kind of lesson. He was finally coming out of his blood withdrawal and was glad that Michael was with Tara out in Switzerland so he didn't have to see him during that time.
During those bad days, though, Sam found a friend in his charge for the last few weeks. Any time Sam's breathing changed and he felt pain, suddenly there was a large dog up on the bed to check on him, pressing a cold nose against Sam's face or neck to let him know that he wasn't alone. At first, the contact was strange and Sam tried to push the dog away, but Buster kept at it and finally Sam could feel the comfort that the dog was trying to give him and took it.
Eventually, Sam got comfortable with letting Buster sleep on the edge of the bed. Soon he was letting the dog further up onto the bed where now he was sleeping with his head and one leg over Sam's legs, watching and waiting for Sam to drop a pretzel that he could help clean up.
Finally, Sam laughed at one of the situations on the show. He looked down at the dog as he used his beer to point at the people on the screen. "Can you believe that, Buster? Everyone always thinks that ghosts don't exist until they see them, and then when they do? They freak out and run away. I'm waiting for a show where they actually stop to talk to the thing, sit back and have a beer."
Buster didn't respond, just looked at the bowl of pretzels and then up at Sam. Putting the beer down, Sam grabbed a few and tossed them to the dog and then scratched behind his ears. "Ah, you've never seen a ghost, Buster. Trust me, a lot of the time, it's not fun. But most of the time they just want to have someone to talk to. No one likes being trapped alone in eternity with no one to talk to, after all."
He took a deep breath, and Buster nosed his hand to get him to keep scratching his ear. Sam had slipped back into missing Ruby and how she had kept him from going insane in his so far eternal life, and now she was gone and he was... not alone.
Michael was still here, and he had to remember that. Michael and Tara were starting their life together and he was here for both of them. Not alone. Just... different. And with the hope that Ruby might find her way back to him again. And until then, he would play doggie babysitter. Or let Buster babysit him. Either way, it was pretzels and movies and just waiting for people to return so neither of them would be alone.
It was a good thing Sam had 8G direct beam television, so there was always something instantly new for the two of them to watch while they waited... and hopefully the pretzels wouldn't run out by then.
Sam was aware that he looked pathetic. His face was covered with fading bruises and his arm was in a sling against his chest. There was a beer on the nightstand next to a bowl of pretzels that he occasionally reached over for a handful of one, or a sip of the other. He was on top of the blankets, leaning against a few pillows in flannel pants and a wife-beater while he watched some comedy series on television. He hadn't shaved since he had woken up in the medical ward, and had about two weeks worth of beard growing on his normally smooth face.
Ruby had been gone for three months now, and if she knew how bad Sam had let himself get, she would kick his already broken ass around to make sure he learned some kind of lesson. He was finally coming out of his blood withdrawal and was glad that Michael was with Tara out in Switzerland so he didn't have to see him during that time.
During those bad days, though, Sam found a friend in his charge for the last few weeks. Any time Sam's breathing changed and he felt pain, suddenly there was a large dog up on the bed to check on him, pressing a cold nose against Sam's face or neck to let him know that he wasn't alone. At first, the contact was strange and Sam tried to push the dog away, but Buster kept at it and finally Sam could feel the comfort that the dog was trying to give him and took it.
Eventually, Sam got comfortable with letting Buster sleep on the edge of the bed. Soon he was letting the dog further up onto the bed where now he was sleeping with his head and one leg over Sam's legs, watching and waiting for Sam to drop a pretzel that he could help clean up.
Finally, Sam laughed at one of the situations on the show. He looked down at the dog as he used his beer to point at the people on the screen. "Can you believe that, Buster? Everyone always thinks that ghosts don't exist until they see them, and then when they do? They freak out and run away. I'm waiting for a show where they actually stop to talk to the thing, sit back and have a beer."
Buster didn't respond, just looked at the bowl of pretzels and then up at Sam. Putting the beer down, Sam grabbed a few and tossed them to the dog and then scratched behind his ears. "Ah, you've never seen a ghost, Buster. Trust me, a lot of the time, it's not fun. But most of the time they just want to have someone to talk to. No one likes being trapped alone in eternity with no one to talk to, after all."
He took a deep breath, and Buster nosed his hand to get him to keep scratching his ear. Sam had slipped back into missing Ruby and how she had kept him from going insane in his so far eternal life, and now she was gone and he was... not alone.
Michael was still here, and he had to remember that. Michael and Tara were starting their life together and he was here for both of them. Not alone. Just... different. And with the hope that Ruby might find her way back to him again. And until then, he would play doggie babysitter. Or let Buster babysit him. Either way, it was pretzels and movies and just waiting for people to return so neither of them would be alone.
It was a good thing Sam had 8G direct beam television, so there was always something instantly new for the two of them to watch while they waited... and hopefully the pretzels wouldn't run out by then.