Another Kind of Holy

SAMUEL Sam froze as Caiside adopted a notably dismissive tone to talk to him. He had only been trying to help and the sudden ice in his voice was like a punch to Sam's chest. Now that he was closer he could see that yes, Caiside's injuries were clearly serious. Without Isla and with Vervain busy with plenty of other casualties,  it was difficult to know what to do. So when the command was issued not only did Sam feel slightly offended, but he literally could not fulfill it. There was no one to help...except for... himself? He had no medical experience whatsoever but he had read a lot of books where people had been treated.  And with Isla gone, that level of experience was just as good as many other people's in the building. Sam walked forward and pushed the door of the infirmary open. "I...I can help. But. Only if you a-ask nicely." Usually he did not defend himself but he was very tired after his days ordeal and with the prospect of losing Remi. His face was for him shockingly confident and hard as if daring Caiside to be rude. I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again