Sam wanted to cry with joy. But beyond tears running down his face, he didn't sob. Instead he blushed when Milo kissed his hand. The gesture was sweet. He was so utterly relieved. When Milo offered to help him dress all he could do was blush more. But he slowly sat up. He felt like jelly. A nurse came in then. "Oh, hello there. My name is Jamie. I've been his nighttime nurse. Milo, is it? Ryan said you'd be here. Sam is still sedated. He's been having really bad nightmares and panic attacks. I've written some prescriptions for pain medication and here are his discharge papers." She smiled at them both, sweet and perfectly human. "Before you get dressed let me take out your IV."<br/><br/>Samuel extended his arm, letting Jamie have access to his IV. She took it out and wrapped a bandage over the mark. Sam listened distantly to her instructions, but it wasn't long before she left. He breathed out a sigh. Sam reached for the strings of the gown and fumbled to get them undone. He frowned. "I haven't tried to move much since they sedated me. I really do need help." He let Milo undress him, holding up his arms for a shirt to go over his head. "This feels nice. What fabric is this?" He slowly moved to stand, reaching out to Milo to stabilize himself. He didn't want to fall. But he was also so happy that Milo was here