Another Kind of Holy

SAMUEL Caiside visibly stiffened and Sam prepared for a fight (for Sam, preparing for a fight meant raising his nerves to 100 and getting ready to run) but to his surprise, the other man acquiesced and gave up his snobbery. As soon as he was in the doors Sam let them fall shut and guided Caiside to a bed, where he meant for him to sit on the edge. "I...I c-can try. And right now...I mi-might be the best you could get." As terrifying as that was, he realised it was likely true. None of them were qualified for any of this but his vague medical interest was as good as a degree right now in the midst of the chaos. "...What...do you w-want me to help with first?" He looked about for a form of pain relief, something he could give Caiside to dampen the sensations he was about to bring upon him. For a brief second he considered biting, but no. He'd just had a fight with Remi about the same thing from the other side, and he couldn't be such a hypocrite in the same 24 hours. Eventually he gave Caiside a pillow. "To b-bite." He explained. Once that was done he moved to gently remove Caiside's shirt from his arms, trailing it down slowly. "...Do-do you trust me to reset it..?" 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