. Beep. The monitor kept the same rhythmic sound throughout the early stages of Sam's stay at the local hospital near Stanford. The blonde kept vigil at her boyfriend's bedside constantly, leaving only out of necessity. Earlier in the week, she had come home to find the comatose man passed out and bleeding on the kitchen floor.
"Do you think we need to contact his family yet?" the night nurse questioned.
"No, not yet he wouldn't want me to notify his brother unless there was cause for alarm." Jess said while gripping Sam's hand in her own. She had promised.