There was a tense atmosphere in the waiting room of hospital in west Seattle. There were distant sounds of machinery, people talking, cell phones going off and even the odd cry from a small child. But to Sam Puckett it was silent. The room was brightly lit, but to Sam Puckett it was dark and dingey. She had her friends with her, but to Sam Puckett she was alone.

Carly Shay, Samantha Puckett and Spenser Shay were sat in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for a doctor to come back and say that everything was fine. That Sam's mom didn't take an overdose of drugs, and that hey weren't going to loose her. Carly put her arm round Sam's shoulder and pulled her in.

"It's ok, I'm sure she'll be fine" she whispered.

But Sam still sat there with her head in her hands. She did appreciate having her best friend next to her, but it didn't help the situation. Sam knew it was a lie. She knew the odds of her mother's survival. She knew she wouldn't be fine.

"Anyone want to play some cards?" said Spencer attempting to break the tension and raise everyone's spirits if only for 5 minutes.

"Spencer, now's not the time for games" whispered Carly as she continued to rub her hand up and down her friends back.

Sam had phoned up Carly about an hour and a half ago saying that when she got home her mother was collapsed on the floor with a needled in her arm. Carly and Spenser rushed to the hospital to meet sam. They arrived there 1 hour ago, and had since not moved from there current position on the benches in the waiting room. Sam hadn't said a word to either of them. Just a shake and a nod of the head when she was asked a question. Sam had arrived before Carly and Spenser as she was taken in the ambulance along with her mother. That was the moment e everything became real for her. When she heard the desperate tone in the paramedics voices, and when she saw her mother being rushed off into another part of the hospital. That's when she realised that this was serious, that there was a strong chance of her loosing her mother. That's when she stopped talking and started thinking.

She may not always like her mother but, she did love her. And despite her mothers somewhat 'crazy' antics, she was always there for Sam. She always defended Sam when her school tried to send her home, and when the cops tried to get Sam to come down to the station for questioning.

She kept thinking that maybe if she hadn't of had that argument with her mom and gone and stayed the night at Carly's place that she would have been able to stop this. She kept thinking about that over and over again. She kept telling herself that her mother's condition was her fault.

10 minutes passed and a man stepped in front of was about 5"8 had a faint moustache and short curly hair, he was sporting navy blue scrubs and holding a clip board in his hands.

"Samantha Puckett" he said, his voice was rough and raspy.

Sam picked her head out of her hands and looked up at him.

"Yeah" she choked.

"May you please come with me" he said as he tuned on his heels and began making his way down the brightly lit hall way.

'Please let it be a dream, wake up, please. I'm dreaming I know I am' was all Sam was thinking while she followed in suit of the doctor.

Spencer and Carly knew what was about to happen. He was about to take Sam into that small little room at the end of every waiting room hallway, away from everyone and tell her that they tried their best but they lost her.

Sam walked slowly; dragging her feet solidly along the floor, as an attempt to prolong the inevitable. She knew her mother wouldn't have made it. She just didn't want to hear someone say she didn't.

5 minutes later Carly saw Sam slowly trudge back down the same hallway the doctor had lead her down only moments ago. Her eyes were staring at her feet, and her hands were in her pockets.

Carly and Spencer stood up from the bench ready to embrace Sam in a hug and tell her how sorry they were for her, and that they would always be there for her.

Sam glanced up at Carly and Spencer, she saw the 'sorry' look on their faces and fell to her knees.

It wasn't a dream. It had happened.

"NOOOOOOOO!" She screamed, holding her head in her hands.

Carly ran up to her, knelt by her side and tried comforting her best she could.

She whispered soothing words into her ear and rubbed her back. Carly was close to tears as well. She knew how much Sam needed and loved her mom.

But all the comforting words in the world would never ease the pain Sam felt inside her chest.

She cried

She cried all night.

She cried while Carly and Spencer were trying to get her off the hospital floor and back into Spencer's car.

She cried all the way to the Bushwell plaza.

She cried and cried and cried.

Samantha Puckett had been broken.