Please, Don't Be The End

Sam feebly tried to resist the arms pulling him up to his feet, worried they would make him drop Remi (and more childishly knowing they were not Isla, so not who he wanted). But he was too weak to fight them off for long and let himself be dragged over to the chair, determinedly holding onto the raccoon in his arms. Wordlessly, he looked up as Isla came in and lifted his head, holding out Remi just a little so Isla could see how hurt he was, how much red was matted onto his fur. "...A...a.a..a...b-bear." He managed to say as an explanation, fresh tears running down his cheeks. He didn't even notice them, too busy staring down at Remi with a heavy heart. The wound in his side was really beginning to hurt now his adrenaline was fading, and he made a cringing face of pain. "I..I-I hurt too, but...Remi is more. Important. Please." He didn't even really know what he was begging her to do, other than to make it all better somehow. SAMUEL How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw?