William felt a hand rub at his shoulder but still pretended to be asleep. A few seconds after, the sound of an old door opening greeted his ears and quiet steps were made across the creaking floor. His back crashed into the mattress, noting the ache that would be there for weeks, and he shut his eyes.
It should've been me.' He sat still until the familar scent of cigarettes grew close again and he rushed to shut off the light of his nearby Pip-Boy. His hand lingered near his pocket as he sighed, 'I'm sorry, Sammy. He closed his eyes while frowning and then placed the ring back into his pocket. William sat on the dirty mattress, twisting Sam's ring around in his hand.
