Andy held his face in his hands. "She...she'd kill herself..." He whispered. "She'd kill herself without me..."
Sam hid her face. "Taylor... He...he's sick... He would die if I couldn't help him."
Andy curled up on his little bed. "Rachel...she's in a mental hospital. She's..really clever. She always finds ways to escape. But...as long as I go to see her every day, she's fine. She always makes a bit fuss whenever I try to tell her I won't be able to come in the next day. Threatens to kill herself. She even tried a few times. If I miss even a day, she could be dead."
Sam touched his knee and sighed. "I'm sorry...."
Andy let out a weak sob, hiding his face.
Sam shifted awkwardly. She didn't know how to deal with upset people. She shied away slightly. "I'll make something to eat."
"I'm not hungry." He said weakly, huggin his knees to his chest.
Sam crawled onto her bed and curled up tight, fir the first time in a long time feeling scared and lost.
Andy cried himself into a light sleep.
Sam woke and coughed softly, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "Andy...?"
He jerked awake. "yes?" He asked, sitting up?
Sam looked over at him. "I'm going out for more supplies..."
Andy frowned. "What's the point? It might be dangerous out there. And besides, we have what we need for now, don't we?"
Sam sighed. "I...need air..."
"Do you want me to come with you?" He asked, looking concerned. His eyes were still red from crying.
Sam shook her head. "I'll take a gun. Sleep..."
Andy shook his head. "I don't wanna..."
Sam sighed. "Then come on."
He got up and gathered his weapons. Andy sniffled and looked at her. "Ready."
Sam nodded, her look blank again. "Let's go."