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[asliceof-life.livejournal.com]

[Awakening suddenly to full-body spasms.]

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[ssgkerrigan.livejournal.com]

Garza. Reynolds. Claybourne. Linde. Ung. Jones. Black. Renduchintala. Van de Venter. There's more. It doesn't matter. Just calm down.

[asliceof-life.livejournal.com]

[Immediately, Oliver wishes that he hadn't asked. It's a selfish wish, especially because he knows that Sam needs to talk things out as much as possible. With his brother looking at his fourth deployment, he needs someone to listen to him. But as the list of names grows longer and longer, he feels hot acid sting the back of his throat and knows he's close to throwing up. Closing his eyes, Oliver takes a few more gasping breaths and leans his head as close into Sam as he can.]

Okay, it's okay. It's okay. [He sucks in more air weakly.] We're too lucky for that.

[ssgkerrigan.livejournal.com]

We better be. [He slowly runs his hand through his bother's hair, mentally willing to calm him down, when the paramedics arrive.]

[asliceof-life.livejournal.com]

I wish you wouldn't have called them. [It's really all Oliver can say as he hears the commotion outside and knows the purpose of the phone call Sam must have made. He can't fault his brother for doing so. There's certainly no blame in his voice. Just the resignation of knowing that he's about to get carted off to another place that isn't going to treat him nearly as humanely, and that will probably try to talk his brother out of bringing him back anyway.]

Sorry, Sam. [His eyes close tiredly and Oliver wills himself to have just a few more moments of feeling comforted by his brother.]