Tears streamed down his face and mixed with the thick raindrops, soaking his brothers shaggy hair and his jacket, sheeting down his cheeks and into the mud and blood that seemed to be everywhere, on his fingers, his hands, his sleeves- but he didn't care. Nothing mattered, nothing but his little brother, his little Sammy, going limp and still against him, eyes closing, pulse fading- dying.
A desperate sob escaped his lips and he tightened his grip around Sam's body as he felt the last staggering breath touch his neck, the last sign of life leaving the only person he ever really cared for, the only thing that he could never bare to lose.
He knew he should do something, anything, but his whole universe lay shattered, broken in his arms and would never laugh again, talk again, hell, even breathe again- never.
NO! He couldn't accept it, his brain refused to take in the information, leaving him crying and desperate in the mud of that goddamned place, holding his dying brother in his arms.
From far away a heartbroken scream sounded in his ears, and it took him a moment to realize it was him, screaming Sam's name out into the dark night, accusingly, heartbroken and desperate:
SAMMY!