why does nobody ever examine sam tho tbqh esp his recent choices. this is a well balanced, emotionally intelligent guy who got out of the life, who has psychological training, who knows unhealthiness and codepedency when he sees it, and here he is w steve now??? you guys are sleeping on the best questions of 2016: why is sam helping steve really? is that Best Pals or smth more? what’s it like for sam when he has to sit there and watch sgr lay in a hospital bed & defend the man who put him there? what does sam think and what are his motivations here tho because i KNOW he knows better than to think he can save somebody & i still cant help but wonder if hes trying to save steve 

Let Me

i present to you part 2/3 of If You Love Me Let Me Know, also known as Jealous!Soul: the trilogy. read the first part here. this chapter is also on ffn and ao3.

Story summary: When another weapon asks Maka out on a date, Soul has to work through his own feelings of jealousy and loyalty as he watches the one he loves slipping away. But is it really too late?

“I’m so happy to see you – scratch my nose for me?”

Never did Soul think he’d be comforted to find Maka propped up in a hospital bed, scathed but alive and reading. Knocking over a nurse and setting a personal record in athletic feats when he had leapt over a gurney are nothing compared to the other things he’d do to be by her side. He sags against the doorframe, lungs bursting at the seams trying to fill with air while she offers him an innocent beam.

It only knocks the wind out of him.

“And can you turn this page for me? I’ve been reading the same paragraph for fifteen minutes thanks to this.”

Hard pink plaster encases the length of her left arm. That much Soul expected from the brief phone conversation that he must have missed ninety percent of in his rush to find matching shoes, because Maka lifts her right wrist and it’s also splinted in place.

Soul prepares for a migraine; this is going to be a wild ride from start to finish. “Maka, what happened?”

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Confession #656

I have a mattress tilter so I can breathe better at night (would 100% recommend to anyone with a respiratory condition, it’s made such a difference) so anyway for me this thing is amazing. I DON’T WAKE UP TRIED! Unfortunately all anyone else does in complain about it. They call it my hospital bed, they say ‘I don’t know how you can sleep on that’ -_- I don’t know why people can’t just be happy that it lets me breathe at night! Like wahoo breathing!! Its actually the best thing ever.

One Second And Then It’s Gone (Part Four)

A/N: Kinda short but this is the last of everything I have written for this so far. Going to take a couple days break after this part just because i have to work and I don’t have any time to write it right now. But don’t worry! I won’t take to long:)

@justanotherdeangirl25 @wind21 @watchfuldivine xxx

Sam X Reader

It was late now. Dean and Susan went back to your house to grab you and Sari an over night bag and take care of the dog. There was still no word from the doctors on whether or not Sam was a match and you were starting to get anxious. You were sat up in the hospital bed with Sari cuddled into you, her head resting on your chest.

You listened to her breathing and watched as her chest moved up and down. It was soothing to watch her sleep and you wondered what she was dreaming about. She always came out of her room every morning before school with a new story about where she went that night. You would listen contently and it made you happy how naive she still was. You always thought you had years left to listen to those stories. Now you just tried to hold onto the last story she told you, fearing it would be the last time.

Sam came into the room and his eyes immediately landed on you, your tears soaking your cheeks. He rushed over and scanned over Sari’s sleeping form. Her chest still moving up and down, she was lightly snoring with each breath. Relief washed over him as he feared the worst, but he still didn’t know what was wrong.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” Sam asked pushing the hair out of your face and scanning your eyes.

“It’s just she always tells me about her dreams. Every morning. But the other morning we were running late so I told her she could tell me after school.” you sobbed. “But I guess we both forgot by then. I should of listened, I should have made the time. Now I might not get it.” you whispered, tears staining your cheeks and falling onto your sweater.

“You will Y/N. That’s what I was coming to tell you.” Sam smiled. “I was talking to the doctors, they said I’m a match.” Sam exclaimed. Relief immediately washed over you and you couldn’t help but let out a scream, causing Sari to stir in her sleep. You quieted down and gently slipped out from under her, getting out of bed.

“Sam, I- I don’t know what to say…” you whispered as you threw your arms around the giant of a man, pulling him into a hug. You suddenly felt safer than ever before. Sam was the reason that you wouldn’t lose the most important thing to you. Your daughter. His daughter. You stayed there for a while. Silent and still.

“Sam?” you spoke up, breaking the quiet of the room.

“Hmm?” Sam hummed as he pulled away from you so he could look into your eyes. Eyes he never wanted to lose sight of again.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said five years ago. I was only trying to- to make things easier. I hated myself every day for saying I stopped loving you. For not saying good bye.” you sighed. “I never forgave myself for that.”

“Y/N it’s okay. You were just doing what you thought was best. And you gave Sari the best life, away from hunting. I just wish… I wish could have been there for you two. To- I don’t know, protect you I guess. But I guess you did that all on your own, hey?” Sam said, letting out a soft chuckle at the end. You couldn’t help as you stared endlessly into his caramel eyes, seeing the same Sam you knew so long ago.

“I never stopped loving you.” you whispered as your hand made its way to his face, cupping his cheek. Sam shivered under your touch. It had been so long since he felt that spark that the two of you once shared. Just like that he was drawn back in. So were you. In a sudden movement that almost caught you by surprise, Sam’s lips met yours and it was like going back in time.

You remembered him like the back of your hand. Every movement of his plush lips. The way his hands moved up the small of your back and pulled you closer. How the two of you fit together perfectly. It was like coming home. But you were soon interrupted when someone cleared their throat from behind you. You both pulled away from each other, shock written on your faces as your gazes fell on each other and then to the door way where Dean and Susan were standing with the biggest smirks on their lips.

“I guess that means good news?” Dean said. You shook your head and giggled, feeling a blush tingle your cheeks. Sam smiled and nodded, unable to form words being so flustered from the kiss. Susan put her hand out to Dean and wore a devilish smirk.

“Pay up Winchester.” she let out as Dean reached in his pocket and pulled out twenty dollars, slapping it down in Susan’s palm.

“What’s that all about?” Sam chuckled. Dean rolled his eyes.

“I bet that Y/N wouldn’t kiss you until after the surgery. Suz here said she’d do it when you got the test results back.” Dean said, shooting Susan a dirty look. Susan smiled and sat down on the bed next to Sari who was still out like a light.  

You realized Sam still had his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly against him. He never wanted to let you go. He was so scared of losing you again, and losing Sari. Neither of you knew how it was going to work, all you knew was that you wanted it to. But right now you just wanted to think about the next twenty four hours and hope for the best.


“I’m scared mommy.” Sari let out as they wheeled her bed into pre-op. You squeezed her hand and walked with them. Tears fell freely, uncontrollably as you stared down at her tiny body on the large bed. She didn’t belong there. She belonged in her own bed.

“I know baby. It’s okay to be scared. But nothing bad will happen. Angels are watching over you.” you smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She calmed down under your touch and wrapped her arms around you.

“Okay, I’m ready to go to sleep now.” she said, smiling up at the nurse. They brought the mask to her face and told her to count to ten, but she was out before she made it to ten. That’s when you let your tears consume you. Sam was in a bed near by and you made your way to him, nearly falling into him. He held you for as long as he could before the doctors told him it was time.

“It’s going to work. Y/N, I won’t let anything happen to our daughter. We’ll do everything we can.” Sam smiled before pulling your face down to his and kissing you gently. Your tears mixed with your lips and you pulled away when the doctors came with the mask. Sam put on his best smile as you held his hand and they put the mask up to his mouth. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six… and he was gone. Now you just had to wait.

With two blankets tucked down and around her feet, Lily curled herself up tightly in her hospital bed. It was extremely cold in St. Mungo’s, and she was really missing the bed warmers that were back in her dormitory at Hogwarts. But the Healers had told her to stay in bed, and the pain and aches that shot through her body when she moved told her that it was probably a good idea to respect their wishes.

Just as she was reaching an arm over to grab her copy of the Quibbler from the bedside table, she heard a soft knock at the door. Although she had finally convinced Albus to go and get some proper rest, she now faced the realization that this meant she was completely alone. Grabbing her wand from the table instead of her magazine, Lily gently pushed off her blankets. She slowly swung her feet over the side of the bed before pulling herself up into a sitting position, facing the door. Her body groaned in anger at all of the movement, and her head felt slightly dizzy.

“Who is it?” she called out warily, grasping her wand firmly. She normally wasn’t this paranoid, but flashes of memory of what had happened to her at the ball kept her anxious and on-guard.

*after 3 hours of surgery is now sitting up on a hospital bed and has bandages wrapped around my chest and is looking out the window, looking at the full blue moon*

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"By Your Side Till You Heal" ((also awesome blog))

Katarina lied in a hospital bed for what seemed like months, after a traumatic accident she was found almost dead in a ditch, side gashed open arm broken in several places, plus internal bleeding. It would seem like at this point Katarina just wanted to give up on life, when she would fall asleep she would be asleep for a few days, having such interesting dreams. Though the last thing she expected when she would wake up would be to see the girl that possibly saved her life. “W-What happened?” 

Chapter 18

1 week later

Lillian’s eyes were fixed on the heart monitor sitting across from her. They’d known it was the end, Dr Aimes had warned them. Jacob’s few weeks had turned into a week and today, she knew was the day. The Greenfield family were seated in a room of St. Mary’s Hospital, surrounding Jacob, whom was laying, asleep in his hospital bed.

Jacob was now on palliative care, or more commonly known as end of life care. His nurses and doctors were instructed to keep him comfortable in his last days and as he lay there, in front them, he looked just that. Comfortable. At peace, even. Jacob was ready to leave this life and go on to the next, no matter if that meant he had to leave his beautiful family. He had fought as long as he could to be with them and his fight was no more. 

The Greenfields hadn’t left St. Mary’s much over the last week, they were committed to seeing this through with Jacob. They were playing this horrible waiting game that resulted in the patriarch of their family’s death. 

In some weird, twisted way they were closer to each other because of Jacob’s illness. But in a way they weren’t. 

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