Sam didn't say anything. She could have ranted at him all she wanted about how he wasn't at fault, but Sam knew better than that. He had almost just drained Ruby dry. That would have killed her, easily. Sam closed his eyes and turned his head away from her, somewhat stubbornly. He could still feel her in his arms, writhing out and begging him to stop. Begging. Since when did Ruby have to beg for him to spare her life? What kind of sick, fucked up person was he? "I'm sorry," Sam finally said, refusing to do as Ruby wished. He didn't care. She could strike at him all she wanted. Ruby could pitch a fit, she could call him a moron, she could rant and rage until she was blue in that pretty little face of hers. He didn't care. Sam knew that he had been wrong. There was nothing in the world that Ruby could ever say or do that would justify anything that he had done. He was becoming far too dependent on the blood; Sam could remember a time where the only thing he had really needed was a reassuring set of words from her and an encouraging look to follow. That was it. Now it was like he was some useless, drug addicted freak of nature who couldn't get by a single day without a solid hit. And that was true too - before Ruby had gotten here, he had been walking around with shaking hands, heavy breaths, and the kind of feeling in his gut that made him think that he was going to slowly die from the inside out if he didn't get what he craved the most. Sam had eventually gotten it. But had the price been worthwhile?
Ruby was talking like everything was going to be okay. But it wasn't, was it? He was going to keep draining her more and more, right up until there was nothing left of her. How was that right? How was that fair? He didn't want to take advantage of anything anymore. Sam just wanted for Ruby to rest. He wanted her to be okay, because if she wasn't he really didn't think that he could live with himself anymore.
"Just get some sleep, okay?" Again, not with the replying to her statements. Sam was pointedly doing it in hopes that she'd let the subject go. They both knew the truth. This had been his fault. Ruby could squirm around and tell him differently all she wanted, but Sam knew better. They both did. Saying that he wasn't to blame over and over again really wasn't going to change anything. He still clung to her tightly though, heart beating wildly in his chest. Ruby could probably feel if it she listened just right, his panic and fear still lurking heavily underneath the surface. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise." Then he'd make sure she was okay. He'd get her something to eat, he'd sit with her a while - that was it, he didn't want to do anything else - and then Sam would send her back to their apartment. She'd be safe there. It was far from him.