Chapter 4 – Fix You
Once at Puck's house, Sam parked his car in the grass, just in case his mother came home. He stepped inside and found Puck sitting on the lounge fully clothed, sipping from a cup of steaming coffee. He stopped at the sight of Sam's bloodshot eyes and wet face. Sam looked at Puck and then collapsed onto the floor, leaning against the door. Puck scrambled out of the chair and over the Sam. He collided into Sam, hugging him tightly. He held Sam tightly as he cried into Puck's shoulder. Puck rubbed Sam's hair and whispered "Shh, Shh," repeatedly over the loud but muffled cries rebounding off the walls. Sam couldn't stop crying, and the grip of the other man made him want to stay in those arms forever. After several minutes in his hold, Sam pulled away and rested his head against Puck's chest.
"I'm just so scared," Sam managed until his throat choked up.
"Shh, Shh. Calm down. Whenever you're ready," Puck said, stroking the blonde hair. Several moments passed in each other's embrace and Sam let out a big breath.
"Rory was hitting on a guy and he beat him. Badly. Brittany found him collapsed on her doorstep. She managed to get him up the stairs and onto his bed, and blood wa-" Sam choked up.
"Shh, Shh, relax. It's okay," Puck murmured, caressing Sam's soft hair. Sam continued slowly.
"There was so much blood on his left side, so I ripped his shirt off and a huge gash was there. We used the shirt to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. I managed to call 911 and they came and got him." Sam cut off, and pressed his head back into Puck's chest. Puck didn't know what to say. He just continued to stroke Sam's head. Finally, breaking the silence, he sang softly.
"And the tears come streaming down your face / When you lose something you can't replace / When you love someone, but it goes to waste / Could it be worse?" Sam tightened against Puck and shuddered.
"Lights will guide you home / And ignite your bones / And I will try," Puck paused and lifted Sam's face, looking him in the eye. "To fix you," Puck finished. "Come on, let's get you changed." Sam managed a trace of a smile.
"Thank you," he said, and he kissed Puck's lips softly. Puck grabbed his Sam's hand and led him up to his bedroom, the bed still rustled from their earlier endeavors. Puck rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a set of clothes, and shoved them into Sam's hands.
"Take these, have a shower, and we'll go to the hospital." With no objections, Sam walked out of the room and Puck heard the water turn on. He leaned over his open drawers, and let a tear roll down into the clothes.
Puck didn't realize how long he had been standing there until Sam walked in, wearing clothes that were too big for him. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah, but I need to tell you something first," Sam said, sitting on the bed and gesturing for Puck to sit next him. Instead, Puck lay down and gathered Sam into him arms, face to face, their bodies pressed together.
"Okay, go ahead," Puck said, linking his fingers with Sam's. Sam took a deep breath and spoke.