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Darrel noticed Sam hadn't been acting the same since the odd event at breakfast. he scolded himself for this observation, but it was too late now. He told himself he should make sure he was ok healthwise so Antonio could continue the ransom, but deep down he knew he cared. Just a little. This was something he had to shut down as soon as this was settled.

He wasn't sure how to approach the issue while seeming uncaring, so he just kept an eye on Sam, who was oddly focused and zoned out. He even saw him clutch his chest a couple times. He didn't appear to be in pain, just worried. It especially worried Darrel when Sam hadn't said a word before heading to bed that night.

Maybe the reality of being a hostage finally hit him, Darrel thought after a while. It wasn't a very pleasant thought, though it was a relief. The less words between the two the better. Now how to figure out what's wrong with Sam...

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Sam lie awake for hours, hoping with everything in him that the pain wasn't a large issue, but there was something in the back of his mind that said otherwise. He needed to get out of here. He needed to see a doctor!

Another sharp pain proved him right, as if his heart was in agreement. He rolled to his side, trying not to hyperventilate. Maybe Dan would help...

No, Sam shook the thought away instantly. Dan doesn't care. He has proven that. Sam was on his own with this. It was a lonely, frightening thought. He had never felt so isolated from the world. Everything seemed too... unreal. Like this was some strange world and everything was fake, even Dan. In fact, Dan seemed the least real of all. He had about the equivalent to a slug in emotion, and spoke even less.

Sam decided to try to shut off his thoughts for now and sleep. He didn't want to be so tired he would slip up tomorrow. He was losing hope on his original plan to befriend Dan, but it was still the only one he had, so that is what he will continue on. Who knows, perhaps there is some human in Dan somewhere, he would just have to dig deep.

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A week passed and Darrel still hadn't mentioned Sam's chest pain. It didn't seem to be getting better either. There are times when he would almost freeze. After a week of seeing this, Darrel decided to say something. He would act as if it was a procedure, so he wouldn't appear to care, but he had to know.

He sat next to Sam with a notepad and pencil and faced the younger man with his usual passive face. Sam showed curiosity, but didn't say anything.

"Are there any health conditions I should know about?" He glanced at Sam's eyes, taking in the confused, then guarded expression. For a split second, Sam seemed to be contemplating something before he shook his head.

Darrel didn't believe him. Something about his expression told him what he wanted to know. There was something wrong with Sam, and Darrel would never be able to find out...

Unless...

A plan formed in Darrel's mind. It would certainly jeperodize everything. His job, his reputation, his emotions, but he suddenly didn't care anymore. It would certainly not be easy, but he had three weeks, maybe four, to do it.

He just hoped it was enough time...

Not long I know, I'm working as I go...