I yawned as I slipped my feet into my shoes and grabbed my jacket from the edge of my bed. Putting it on and zipping it up, I turned towards Sam to see if he was ready.
 "Are you going to be alright?" I asked. I knew he was still in a lot of pain. Every move he made looked as if he was holding back a groan or wince. "I'm sure I can just grab some food in a to-go box for you." I offered.