Sam sat in his bonds, smiling widely, and even wider at the prospect of a shower.  He gurgled and gave Shadow a mewing negative response to her question about "A Farwell to arms" as the light of the incinerator danced in his eyes.  He closed his mouth and moaned a bit more, unable to give much more than a weak smile to the question about how he was doing.  He was quickly becoming dehydrated, and he was starving to boot.<br/><br/>These pains were only minor annoyances compared to the aches all throughout his body, which the morphine injection no longer gave him relief for.  He squirmed a bit in his bonds, trying to get his blood flowing at least a little bit to his remaining extremities.  He almost dreaded having the straps removed, because of the inevitable pins and needles sensation which would follow.  Still, he smiled and looked up at his Master with hopeful eyes, hoping he would be given at least a little bit of a reward for what he had endured, like the morphine injection, and the blood they had put into him.