Sam had been sitting quietly by Catherine for he didn't know how long, gently stroking her fingers, letting his touch alone reassure her that he was there. Once the kids were gone, he really didn't know what to say to her, what might help. He closed his eyes for a moment, silently sending up a prayer. She had to come through this. If they lost her....
"Darlin', want me to see what the kids brought for you?" Sam released her hand for a momnt as he moved over to one of the bags and opened it. Doing something, if he was doing something then he wouldn't have to worry, wouldn't have to think about what would happen if he lost her. "Hope Cosmo didn't try sneaking something in here when 'Vannah's back was turned."
Suddenly, he felt something soft, something painfully familiar and a moment later he pulled out the little, blue blanket. He felt a painful tearing at his eyes that he fought back fiercely as he held that little thing, remembering the dream, remembering....
"Patrick's blanket," he whispered as he gently raised her other hand a bit, tucking the blanket under her fingers. He wasn't sure if giving it to her was a good idea or not, if the reminder of her son might make her decide to go on, to be with the baby. He blinked, forcing back tears. Maybe it was selfish knowing what losing that baby had done to Catherine but he couldn't let her go, not even to be with their son finally. He needed her with him too much.
"I know how much you miss that little boy, darlin'," he whispered softly as he lifted her hand slightly and kissed her fingers. "but..." He paused, hesitant. Sam Gerard was never one to show weakness, but.... "I need you, Catherine. Our baby has the angels to look after him. I need you to stay here with me."
He closed his eyes for a moment once more, the stress and pain washing over him like a tidalwave, almost too much. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, gently kissing Catherine's fingers once more before heading to the bathroom, wetting another washcloth, and gently applying it to her forehead once more.
He reached into the bags once more, finally finding a bottle of lotion. He held it in his hands for a moment, letting it warm a bit before squeezing some out and starting to gently rub it onto her hands. "That feel better? I'm going to take good care of you, Catherine, I promise I am. You just hang in there for me."