She relaxed a little as he began to speak, just for a moment.  It seemed that tragedy, followed him.  She maintained eye contact listening to his story, but when he began to tell her of the house fire, she flicked her eyes upwards to stare at the ceiling telling herself not to cry.  Staring at the ceiling really does help, there is some real reason why tears don't fall, but who cares.  Point is no tears will be shed.  She takes a deep breath and once again looks at him clearing her throat before speaking.  

"James, I am so sorry." She gave his hand a squeeze, and it looked like she was about to say more, but it seemed that the powers that be took pity upon them both because before she could speak the door opened.  A nurse poked her head through the door and then pushed it open.  "Food's here!" The nurse said cheerily.  "Thank you guys for buying food for us too."  She said as Sam disentangled her hand from James' so she could grab their dinner.  Once Sam had the food well in hand, the nurse disappeared out the door closing it behind her, leaving them alone once again. 

Sam turned and saw the tray holding his abandoned meal from earlier.  She picked it up and dumped what passed for food around here in the trash.  There was no way he was going able to eat pizza easily with one hand, so some improvising must be done.  She cut up a slice of pizza for him into chunks that could be managed with a fork.  "Would you like some Pasta too?"  She asked as she added a piece of garlic bread to the plate she was preparing for him.