A/N: This one is for SciFiDiva because Evil!Sam makes her more sad than it makes me and it makes me plenty sad. And because she always leaves me such wonderful reviews and advice. See? He's fine. Just fine. :) (and I managed to fit an old challenge prompt in here. I am on FIRE tonite!)
Also I own nothing save an unopened pack of Garbage Pail Kids trading cards. But if I did……. Oh who am I kidding. I don't own 'em but I still whack 'em around like I do! Enjoy!
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"It's choice….Not chance…That determines your destiny."-----Jean Nidetch
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He wakes with a jerk.
Chokes on a strangled scream.
Sucks in air like he hasn't breathed in days.
Warm tears track down his cheeks.
Soak his pillow.
Bites his fist against the acid burn in his throat.
Stomach roiling he leaps from the bed barking his shin on the low bedside table.
"Sonuva..!"
Barely makes it to the toilet before the rolling cramps become violent heaves.
"Dude you ok?"
Sam sleepy-eyed and normal.
"Yeah, uhh..you were right about those tacos."
"Sure?"
"Yeah. Fine. I'm fine."
Softly, "We're fine."
"Huh?"
"Nothin' go back to bed Sam."
"Yeah."
We're fine dammit!