Sam moaned in pleasure as the morphine hit his system, smiling in gratitude as he felt a lack of pain for the first time since he'd been strapped to the table.  The boy gritted his teeth as the saw bit into his body, not even completely there.  It had been a large dose of morphine indeed.  As Thorn pressed the iron to his bloody stump, he almost felt good enough to whistle a song, in fact, he managed to get through the first few bars of "Always look on the bright side of life" before the saw started up again and severed his other foot.<br/><br/>He cried out in pain this time as the saw cleaved through his bone, realizing at the same time that even though he couldn't speak, he could sing just fine.  Little miracles, he supposed as he giggled a little bit through the iron boiling his blood until it stayed inside his body.  Unfortunately, the process had cost him far too much blood, and he closed his eyes, humming softly to himself as he lost consciousness, his pulse fading slightly as his marrow did its very best to resanguinate him.  He simply laid there, his chest slowly pumping up and down, and a slight smile on his face.