I watched Sam struggle to stay awake as she helped us in the Gardens. It's been two days and I don't think she's slept well since she woke up. Yesterday I found her taking a shower at five in the morning. I ran my hand under the shower while it was still running and it must've been the coldest bloody water that's ever come out of there.

After she got out she was shivering like mad. Even worse, she had chosen to leave her clothes on and they were soaking. Sam insisted she'd had a nightmare and thought the cold would keep her awake for the rest of the day but I honestly think she was so tired she forgot to take them off before turning on the water. In the end I made her dry off and gave her the spare set of clothes I kept away in one of the boxes.

As for now, she looks as though she could keel over at any second. Not to mention she was drowning in my shirt. It would've been cute if she didn't look so miserable. On the bright side, we managed to find another pair of her jeans. Good thing too, because I haven't got an extra belt. I kneeled down to where she was attempting to pull weeds and placed my hand on her shoulder. She jumped, whipping her head towards me.

"Yes? What?" She asked frantically.

"Love, you really need to get some rest." I told her. "You're dead on your feet."

"Oh." She looked down. She was upset. I frowned.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I asked. She nodded.

"You know you can tell me if you're not." I offered. Sam refused to look at me, playing with the loose green thread at the edge of her sleeves. Well, my sleeves. I reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You made me put her with you, now work, shanks!" Zart called out. Sam's head snapped up and she looked quickly over at Zart, then to me. She bit her lip and went back to the weeds, this time with a bit more vigor. There was a cute, determined little expression on her face. I smiled slightly.

I woke up to the mattress moving. I opened my eyes just enough, if Sam was just moving around I didn't want her to know she'd woken me up.

I watched her stand and go out the door, then heard her go down the stairs. After waiting a moment, I followed her out of the Homestead. We still weren't entirely sure what state she was in, I wanted to make sure she didn't hurt herself. Or anyone else, for that matter.

I walked out to find Sam walking towards one of the walls. Confused, I walked up behind her.

"You should be asleep." I said. She jumped, startled.

"S-so should y-you." Sam mumbled. She reached out and ran her hand over one of the vines and looked up towards the top of the wall. I grimaced, glancing down at my leg. Nothing happening right now was bringing up any pleasant memories.

"W-Why are y-you up?" She asked.

"Like I said, you should be asleep." I echoed. Sam flinched.

"Not t-t-tired." She said quickly. Too quickly, I might add. I pursed my lips. I moved forward and leaned against the wall so I could see her face. Liar. She was still having trouble sleeping, I should've stayed awake with her. I sighed.

"Sam, it's been almost three days." I said sternly. "I'm honestly surprised you can still think straight."

Sam looked confused. She blinked and looked around. I frowned and looked around. Nothing.

"I just..." I stumbled. "Alright, that's it. Come on."

She'll thank me later. She might be a little upset with me right now, but she'll thank me later. I'm not letting her go completely mental from lack of sleep. I grabbed her hand and marched towards the Homestead, pulling her after me. Sam stumbled and I slowed my pace after she almost fell forward. Not that I could go very fast to begin with.

I dragged her up the stairs to our room, trying to be as quiet as possible. It was a bit difficult considering Sam was barely moving her legs, but I was careful not to slam the door behind us. We stopped and stood next to the bed. Sam stared at me, her brilliant green eyes dull from exhaustion.

"This has gone on far enough." I stated, upset. "You're practically dead, you're completely miserable, and I can't just stand here watching someone I love go bloody mental!"

Sam's eyes were wide. For a moment she blinked rapidly, like she was trying not to cry. I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have exploded. Not while she was like this. I sighed, frustrated. I sat down on the bed.

"I'm sorry I shouted. But the two of us are going to sit up here and neither of us is going anywhere until you've gotten a night of sleep. Do you understand?" I asserted.

"Yes." she breathed. Bloody hell. What happened in the last three seconds that made her change her mind after three days of avoiding sleep? I didn't scare her, did I? I hope I haven't scared her.

"Brilliant." I managed. Sam sat down across from me. We stared at each other. I couldn't stand this. The silence was almost as deafening as the tension. And it was my fault. I had to do something.

"I win."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You blinked. I win." I replied matter of factly. That clearly wasn't the response she had expected. I watched her bite back a laugh. At least I knew she wasn't mad at me. I leaned forward.

"You're not taking this competition seriously." I grinned. "I call for a rematch. That is, if you think you can handle it."

Sam leaned closer. I closed my eyes.

"Alright, ready?" I asked. For a moment it was quiet. Knowing her, she'd forgotten my eyes were closed and had nodded her head.

"Uh huh."

"Good. Close your eyes too or I'll have an advantage." I waited for her to close her eyes. "Now, on the count of three...one...two...three."

I moved a bit closer. We opened our eyes. After about twelve seconds my eyes were burning. This was my idea, I'm not losing. Sam bit her lip. I blinked.

"I w-win." Sam grinned, leaning back against the headboard. I frowned.

"It's not my fault you bloody cheated." I grumbled. She had the nerve to laugh. She knew exactly what she did.

"H-how?" Sam asked. I froze. There's not a good way to explain myself, is there? I swallowed.

"Um...I just...well, you did." I finished quickly. Sam rolled her eyes, still smiling.

"R-rematch...th-th-then." She challenged. I grinned.

"Alright, but if you do that again I win by default." I moved closer again so she didn't need to lean forward.

"Do w-what?" Sam questioned, frowning. I groaned, exasperated. She bites her lip when she frowns too.

"Never mind." I muttered. It's got to be unconscious, if it's not she's intentionally driving me mental.

"Okay...th-then." Sam stated. "Re-ready?"

"Ready as ever." I confirmed. Sam closed her eyes. I grinned, keeping my eyes open. I was getting her back.

"O-one...tw-"

I cut her off, surging forward and pressing my lips against hers. After a moment of surprise, she kissed me back. My hands pulled her closer as hers found their way to my neck. It escalated until I...suddenly I stopped and moved back. She frowned. I sighed.

"I brought you back to our room so you could get some sleep, Sam." I said. "Just...please just try and...and get some sleep." She pursed her lips, then nodded. Slowly, I laid back down on the bed and she curled up next to me as I wrapped my arm around her.

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."