(A/N/ This story is ending soon, but there will be a sequel to it called "Breakdown".)
Samantha's POV
"Sam! Stop it, I can't breathe!" I said in between breaths of air as Sam stopped tickling me.
"But your laugh is adorable," He protested.
"Then tell me a joke, don't try to kill me," I argued.
He smile faded at the words, "Don't try to kill me".
"I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean it like that," He said and hugged me.
"It's fine," I whispered.
We parted from the hug and I could tell something was wrong.
"Sam?" I asked.
"I wish you didn't have to stay here. I wish you could come back to my apartment with me and we could spend the night next to each other, and have pizza and hot chocolate. I want the old you," He confessed.
"I'm sorry Sam, but you know if I could, I would get out of this hospital bed. Because even I wanna go see the ocean, and sleep with you again," I cried.
I heard footsteps from the hallway and I saw four other boys and two girls come in. Kian, Trevor, Connor, Ricky, Dani, and Makayla. They stopped dead in their tracks when they look at me. I haven't looked in the mirror in weeks. All my hair is gone, I'm hooked up to tubes and I haven't showered in forever. I can only imagine how terrible I look.
"Are you OK," Connor asked, dropping what he was carrying and running to my side.
"I'm fine guys I promise. But I might not be fine if Trevor doesn't give me that chocolate bar he is holding," I replied.
Trevor handed me the chocolate bar, but a nurse came in and took it out of my hand.
"Please," I begged, "I wanna have chocolate."
"Can I have a moment alone with Samantha," the nurse asked.
"Sure," Sam said and walked out with everyone.
"Sami, I don't know how to tell you, but your not gonna survive. Your doctor says 1-3 months left. He is outside telling your friends right now," She said flatly.
"You're lying," I said starting to cry.
"I wish I was. We haven't told you yet, but the Make*A*Wish foundation lets you have one wish for you to do anything, it's time you start thinking about what you want," she said.
"Can I go to Paris? With Sam? I've always wanted to go see the Eiffel Tower, and it would give me a chance to spend time with Sam again," I asked.
"Of course, I'll go set it up. Just you and Sam?" She asked.
I nodded and she left. Everyone came back in looking really sad.
"You're dying," Megan whispered as a tear slipped down her cheek.
"Yea," I said, "But Sam, me and you get to go to Paris, I'll have air tanks so I can breathe."
What I thought would cheer him up looked like it made him more sad.
"Guys, C'mon, If we sit here sad about it, we'll miss out on doing things with each other," I said, "Connor, what did you have in that bag?"
He handed me the bag. No one in the room has said a word. I grabbed a box out of the bag. It was cards against humanity. Clearly they wanted to play it.
"Guys, lets play. We'll all laugh and forget about what just happened," I suggested.
Sam pulled up a small table and everyone sat around it. I sat up and set the game on the table. Trevor set out the game. He laid down the first black card. "How did I lose my virginity?" It read. The cards that everyone laid down were, Bees, God, Natalie Portman, Dead parents, Bitches, Date rape, a micropenis, and The Make*A*Wish foundation. Oh Geez.
"Oh my Gosh, Sam!" I yelled, and threw my pillow at him.
"What," he asked.
"Me and you are going to Paris BECAUSE of the Make*A*Wish foundation," I replied.
"Oh," was all he said.
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Every Beat
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