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Sam was prowling in front of him; protecting him from the group, that were eying him with increasingly wary looks. He didn't blame them. He would be right there with them.
"Right, we've been going about this the wrong way," he muttered. "We need to be concentrating on finding a cure obviously. This is a medical centre." Sam doesn't seem to be
aware he looks like a crazy person. He's really not helping my case.
I wondered if he could hear himself and how crazy he sounded in the circumstances. He could see the Sarge glare openly out of the corner of his eye. I dare you man, I just dare
you to try.
"Maybe something to slow it down?"
Nice try Sam, we both know I'm screwed. But he's not giving up, racking his giant brain for some sort of solution. It's kind of a nice feeling, under the circumstances.
Okay, I decided, it's about time I get this situation in hand. Be the big brother and get everything under control. While I still have my will. I don't like the way the doctor's eyes keep darting to the other room, the room with those explosives. Right now, against every inbuilt instinct, I know Sam has to leave with those people. He has to get out. Maybe go to Bobby, yes Bobby would protect him. It was a comforting thought, for him to be under the care of someone semi capable of dealing with those evil son of a bitches. Because Sam was the real one they wanted, that bitch had wanted. She had told him so. He would never tell him that though.
And the fact that, once he was "one of them," he would go straight for him.
"Sam," I get up from that hard clinic bed and stretch, "Stop that."
Sam stops pacing, turns his back to the "torch-wielding villagers" and faces me. Looking at him then, with the fear he's struggling to hide from his features, I forget where we are. It's like I'm back in that nursery, looking over the crib and impatiently waiting for Sam to grow so I can have a partner for baseball. I know what I have to do. I smile at Sam who doesn't understand the gesture.
"Don't come near my brother!" My voice comes out in a convincing growl. Sam jumps and turns quickly, his eyes widening when he realises that no one behind him has moved.
I think he understood what I was attempting to do, when he saw the group still scared and waiting. I didn't give him a chance to act on it; with a swift motion Sam's unconscious.
I catch him in my arms and lower him gently into the nearest chair. None of the watching group has moved or offered to help me.
"Now, I want you all to leave. The original plan with the explosives."
I stopped there and gave my little brother a long look, knowing there would be hell to pay if he woke up at the wrong time, and finished my order,
"I want you to take him with you."
