Pity The Child

Kiara sighed and shook her head. "I'll be back." she said, leaving the room. Sammy whimpered softly, burrowing close to Adam.

"It's ok..." Adam said, holding her close, trying to sound confident; only he didn't think it worked too well.

"I'm getting turned into a human pincushion," Sammy mumbled.

Adam sighed softly, kissing Sammy's head.

Monte looked curiously over at his parents, wondering what was wrong.

Lennon looked up when Monte did, frowning slightly.

Monte looked at his brother. "What's wrong with momma?"

"I don't know," Lennon said. "I...didn't make her sick...did I?"

Sammy weakly looked up when she heard the two. "No sweetie, it's not your fault..." she told him.

"Oh...I didn't?" Lennon asked, looking relieved.

Adam leaned his head on Sammy's, not sure what to say.

Sammy shook her head. "Momma's been gettin' sick real easy for a while now sweetie."

Lennon gave a small nod, frowning. "Oh..."

Sammy whimpered, curling back against Adam when Kiara came back with the IV supplies.

"It's ok." Adam said softly, wrapping his arms around Sammy, stroking her hair.

"Hate these things," Sammy mumbled.

"I know..." Adam said softly.

Monte watched quietly while Kiara got things ready.

Lennon put down Adam's phone, turning to look at Sammy.

Sammy gave Lennon a small smile, trying, and failing, to hide how scared she was.

Lennon frowned, hesitating slightly before moving closer to Sammy, still not entirely convinced it wasn't his fault. "Mama?"

Sammy reached out to stroke Lennon's hair. "Hey sweetie...."

Lennon gave a small smile. "Are you ok...?" He asked.

"I'll be fine Lennon, don't worry," Sammy said gently. "I just get sick a little easier than most people do, that's all."

"So you have to have a thing in your arm like me...?" Lennon asked, frowning as he looked at it.

Sammy nodded with a sigh. "As much as I hate it, yeah I do."