Brooke pressed her lips together in a tight smile, patiently waiting while Sam got her breath and put her words together. It was strange for Brooke to see Sam so incoherent, struggling to speak. She was usually so confident, concise, in control. Just the fact that she'd reached out and made sure to continue to hold onto Brooke's hand showed Brooke how shaken Sam really was.
"I'm here," she assured her, her words firm. It was the only way she could think of to comfort and soothe Sam right now, when she so clearly needed it. "And I'm not going anywhere. Okay?" Her eyes focused in on Sam's, giving her a small smile meant to reassure her further. She gave Sam another few minutes to recover, watching her silently, her heart pounding in her chest. "Can you tell me what happened? Holly told me I was in a coma, but I don't... really remember anything."