He didn’t remember the drive to Logan’s, but suddenly found himself falling through the front door, everything he’d been holding back building to the forefront. “Logan!” he screamed as he stumbled inside. “Logan!” he screamed again as he made his way further inside the house.

Logan appeared in front of him a moment later, his hair still dripping and his body still damp, obviously having just been in the shower. “Sammy!” Logan said as he caught his twin when his legs gave out. Sam walked with Logan’s assistance over to the couch. “Sam, what’s going on?” Sam opened his mouth to speak but screamed instead, his face buried into his brother’s shoulder. Logan held on to him, his arms wrapped around him as such a familiar wailing erupted from Sam.

When Casey exited the elevator, he almost immediately ran into Shelly, who had her phone to her ear, and a desperate look on her face. Upon seeing him, she hung up the phone and wiped her red, swollen eyes. “Please tell me you've talked to Sam. Is he okay?”

Casey nodded. “He came to see me. He asked me to come. But he’s anything but okay. Where’s Sy? Have you heard anything about Sammy?”

Shelly nodded. “He’s out of surgery. They’re moving him into a private room. Sy is meeting them outside the OR and is walking with them to the room. I told him that I’d meet him up there. He asked about Sam before he left. Did he say if he was coming back?”

Casey shook his head. “He just told me that he couldn’t face him right now. Which implies that he’ll come back. I think that he just needed to give himself some space.”

Shelly nodded and sent a text to Sam, letting him know the update on Sammy. “Let’s get up there.”

They made their way up one floor in silence. When they entered the room, they found Sy standing over by the window, blankly staring out at the evening sky. When he heard the door, he whipped around, hoping to find Sam walking in behind Shelly. His face and hopes fell when he saw Casey, though he was grateful for his friend's presence. Neither man said anything and as Sy crumbled, Casey pulled him into his arms.

Logan remained quiet, simply holding on, supporting Sam as much as he could until Sam finally sat up. “Sammy is in the hospital,” Sam said without prompting. “His class went on a field trip and on the way back…there was a car that was going too fast and lost control…the bus driver tried avoiding a collision and in doing so, the bus flipped onto its side. He was still in surgery when I left…I don’t know if he’s going to make it, Logan.” 

“Fucking shit,” Logan said quietly. “Christ, Sam…” Logan took a breath to calm his own racing heart. He frowned before asking, “What are you doing here then?” With a small sob, Sam told him what happened to make him leave the hospital. “Awe, Sammy…” Logan said as he wrapped his arm around his brother. “He’s scared, man. You have to know he didn’t mean it.”

“He did, though,” Sam argued, vehemently. “He meant every word. He might regret it later, he might not mean it later…but when he said it…he meant it. That’s why it hurts so much.”

Logan couldn’t argue with him, no matter his own personal opinion. What he said, no matter how much he wanted to convince him otherwise, was logical. 

Sam pulled back, scrambling to get his phone from his pocket. “Shit,” he said, seeing he’d missed several calls from Shelly. Before he had a chance to call her back, the phone rang once more. “Shelly?” he said as he answered the phone. “What’s going on? How’s Sammy? Is he okay?”

Sam’s hands were shaking so badly that he almost dropped the phone. Logan gently took the phone from Sam and set it on the table after turning it to speaker phone, taking hold of his hand when Sam reached for it. “Sammy’s out of surgery. He’s in room 1004 on the third floor. Sam, you really should come back. Sy’s been asking about you. Please come back.”

Sam’s throat closed as his emotions overcame him once more. “Shelly, it’s Logan. We’ll be there in half an hour.” They both heard the sigh of relief before Shelly answered and they hung up the phone. “Let me go get dressed and I’ll drive you up there.” Sam nodded but didn’t otherwise reply. Several minutes later when Logan returned to the living room, he found Sam in the same position he’d left him in; leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees, his fingers locked before him, and sightlessly staring at the floor. Kneeling down in front of him, he said, “Sammy.” 

When he brought his eyes up and looked at Logan, Sam’s eyes watered once more. “I had a dream about this. I’ve had the dream several times. I just didn’t have all the details. But the hospital and the blame and me running out of the hospital was all there. I knew this was coming, but I didn’t know all the details. I knew I should have told Sy not to let him go, but I didn’t have a reason…just an odd feeling. How am I going to face him, Logan? What he said…”

“Hurt like hell,” Logan finished for him. “And even if you feel like he might have meant what he said now, you know deep down he really didn’t mean it. That doesn’t make it hurt less, but are you going to walk away entirely because of it? Talk about it with him later when everything has settled down. Tell him everything you’re feeling and thinking…but in the meantime…be there for Sammy. And even if you’re upset with him, be there for Sy. You know you want to be there.” At Sam’s nod, Logan stood. “So, come on.”