Samuel gripped his hands, showing him that he wasn't going to shun him. He listened, apt, only questioning what he didn't understand. He touched what the could, and was so grateful that Ryan explained things to him. He didn't try to pull out the IV anymore. He also agreed to stay put for a time at least. Neither of them wanted any questions raised. Ryan had brought him some books to read, and there was a real chance he hadn't read them before. He insisted on leaving the television on. He'd been in silence for so long that it unnerved him, but he wasn't going to keep Ryan if the other had to go on rounds. There was so much he didn't know, and it really helped keep his mind off of things. Sam nibbled on some of the food, finding the processed snacks rather interesting.<br/><br/>But exhaustion soon sucked him under. The book was open on the bed, the quiet beeping and sounds of the TV soothing. He'd all but forgotten about the snow, needing rest more than anything it seemed. But even in sleep he couldn't escape the horrors he'd endured. It started, as always, as restless movement in his sleep. The difference this time was that he had been given opioids to help with the pain, rendering him in an even deeper sleep. The other was that he didn't call for Luke like before. He would before because Milo had been trapped away or chased off by his captor. "Milo," he whispered, whimpering in his sleep. Phantom pain had him even more restless. He called out for the angel that had helped him, but in his nightmare all he could feel was Milo drifting away and Luke getting closer, followed by pain, until he shot upright with a scream and tears streaming down his face. For a few moments he feared he was back in Hell. "Please. Please. Milo...Ryan?" He couldn't breathe, having a full blown panic attack. "Please..." He prayed to God he wasn't back in Hell.