Sam: its not your fault . .
Damien: It is. I hunted you...
Sam: -mumbling- well If i wasn't what I was, none of this would have happened.
Damien puts his head in his hand
Damien:...I guess we're both f*cked...
Sam: yeah . .
(Aight I gtg I'll be back in like an hour)
kk
(back)
Damien:...so what are we going to do about it?
I just got on-
Sam: I have absolutely no idea ._.
Damien sighs
Damien: Well-we can't do anything while I'm on a sickbed-
He yanks the IV out like the stone cold lad he is
Sam: -he opens his mouth to say something but decides best without it-
Damien glares at you
Damien: Alright, let's go.
