His skin split in several places. He tasted blood in his mouth. Still, nothing that Ruby did to him even got close to what he was feeling on the inside. And that? Well. It certainly didn't help him much as far as his mood was concerned. Slowly, very slowly, he rolled over, spitting blood up onto the ground. For a second, Sam even thought that he was going to spill more than that, as he was out here with a stomach full of burning alcohol. He gave it a second before sitting upright, palms pressed flat against the pavement as he looked up at Ruby with a blood streaked face.
He sat there quietly for a moment, dazed eyes silently moving to her feet. This wasn't going to work. Not by a long shot. There was an ache in his chest and he couldn't fix it like this. It wasn't enough.
"Can you make it stop?" That one came out no lower than a whisper. Swallowing hard, eyes suddenly damp, he looked back to Ruby's face. "Can you?"