See yourself through my eyes

The movement and sound caught his attention, and Remi's eyes opened just soon enough to catch the look of disgust? horror? surprise? that came over Sam's face seeing him. The alchemist could only wonder absently at his appearance (presumably at some point he'd been bathed, as he wasn't covered in blood or dirt anymore, but he couldn't imagine that he looked at all presentable). With a wince, he raised his free hand to his ribs, halting half-way there with his fingers trembling above the bandages. His arm refused to move more than that, and so shakily his hand fell to his lap. Despite the pain and the way his pale cheeks and puffy red skin around his eyes made them appear entirely too green, Remi smiled at his friend. It is me, Samuel. As if Remi didn't know that, the adorable awkwardness of it making Remi smile deeply. "Hey Sam—" Remi said softly, his voice hoarse and sounding all the more thickly accented for it. Trailing Sam's hands to the flowers, Remi's smile turned slanted and he sighed a weary and bashful sort of sound as he turned his gaze back up towards the copper-haired man. "Mad at you?" Remi asked, his smile faltering. Pulling up on the handle as if meaning to stand, Remi succeeded only in proving that 1. no, he was not wearing anything beneath the blanket which had begun to slip, and 2. he could not do a one-armed pull up in his current condition. Sinking back down, he shook his head miserably. "Sam you saved my life—" He continued, reaching out the hand which had fallen in his lap to try and reach for one of Sam's and bring him closer if the man would allow. "I would have died if not for you." Remi said, pale eyes shining with weariness and adoration as he gazed across at Sam. remi I always forget that you can't read my mind