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[Samwise]

Stacey: Great. Just great.

Sam: Rosie, NO!

Stacey: Mister Baggins, get him out of here.

Frodo nodded and took Sam by the hand.

Sam tried to pull away.
Sam:Wait! Miss Pio had to have seen something!

Frodo pulled harder. He knew what Stacey was afraid of--Sam, in his all-out hard-headedness, would jump into the water after Rose, whether he could swim or not.

Finally, he managed to yank Sam around the corner of the cabin, and turn him with his back to the wall.

Frodo: Sam, don't be crazy! If you jumped in there, you'd drown yourself, and then what help would that be to Rose?

Sam sighed, a tear falling down his cheek. Sam:I know, Mister Frodo. I'm sorry.

Frodo shook his head, giving Sam a hug and letting the younger hobbit cry on his shoulder.
Frodo: It's all right, Sam. It's all right.

Looking over Sam's shoulder, Frodo saw that they were right by the sickbay, the door of which was more than ajar. On the bed inside, a sweaty, raven-haired head tossed, and its owner mumbled incoherently.

Frodo's eyes narrowed.

In his ear, he heard Sam's voice.
Sam: Mister Mithadan?

Sam turned to hear the wounded warrior cry out, and just in time to see him try to rise, but fail.

Sam rushed in the door. Frodo stood a moment with his lips set in a straight line, then followed.