"Cedes!" I gasped, trying to get a hold of a sturdy surface so if I passed out I wouldn't risk a concussion.
It was the night of Sugar's famous Valentine party, and the God Squad had just performed. I left for the bathroom afterwards, not wanting to be caught in the act of sulking over my broken heart. Mercedes looked like she wasn't even fazed the whole night, dancing and laughing with the rest of New Directions.
How did she do it? I was right in front of her when she sung that rendition of a Whitney classic. I saw the tears, I felt her pain like she could probably see and feel mine, too. Yet Mercedes was acting as if today was just another day.
I wasn't sure why I called for Mercy of all people (or anyone, really), when I knew that no one could hear me over the loud music or see me in the hallway with all the distracting lights. I can't tell you why I called for her, but I did.
"God…" Why didn't I bring my inhaler? I thought, swaying and attempting to sit on the floor to calm myself down.
I knew exactly why I didn't think of bringing my inhaler with me. I was so busy debating whether to show up to that party or not and finally deciding at the last moment to just go that I wasn't thinking about much of anything. Breathing wasn't on my mind at that moment, but now as I sat on the floor, struggling for air I wish it was.
"God please help me…" I managed to choke out in all my gasping and wheezing, gazing up at the patterns of light on the ceiling. I don't want to die like this. I don't want to die at a party. I don't want to die alone.
My vision started to blur and I could feel myself getting weak. My body was putting up a good fight, but unfortunately it was a fight I was about to lose. I closed my eyes and tried to drift into sleep.
"Oh my God, Sam are you okay?" I could hear a familiar voice call, the distant sound bringing me back into reality.
"Sam! Sam!" The voice exclaimed, getting closer to me.
A soft hand grasped mine and a softer arm wrapped around me, cradling my limp body. "Sam, it's Mercedes, I need you to speak to me."
"Mercy, call" I couldn't finish the sentence; it was too hard to breathe as it already was.
"Oh God, you don't have your inhaler, do you?"
My gasping answered that question.
Mercedes held my hand tighter in hers. "I'm calling 911, Sam. Just hold on."
Mercedes was sobbing as she called the paramedics, her voice a strangled sound as she told the operator what was happening, but it was clear enough to summon them here. Thank God.
"I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry. Please don't die. I love you, I'm so sorry." She cried into my shoulder, her body trembling.
"I love you too." I said, and descended into darkness.