"Don't leave me… Sam hold on!" Molly cried, holding him close. He was barely staying conscious. He didn't want to die. He fought against it, though the pain was overwhelming and it would be so easy to just let go. The thought of leaving her was a much worse feeling, so he willed himself to stay awake.
"Molly…" he said in a weak voice. She stroked his hair gently.
"Shhh, Sam, don't talk. It's gonna be okay, baby." She was crying and Sam tried to lift his hand to her face but he was too weak, so she just held his hand. The ambulance finally got there and they headed to the hospital.
"Moll…" he coughed and winced in pain.
"Shhh…" he was getting weaker, afraid he wasn't going to make it.
"I… I'm sorry…" he coughed again.
"Oh, Sam…" she caressed his cheek.
"I need… I need to tell you…"
"What?" By now he could barely keep his eyes open. He knew he would pass out soon, maybe never to wake up again. His heart breaking, he admitted to himself that he was going to die. He felt like crying. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but now it was already ending. Sam knew this was his last chance to say those three little words she wanted to hear, the ones that described how he felt from the depths of his heart. He looked into Molly's eyes, the strength of his love the only thing keeping him from slipping away.
"I love you, Molly… I've always loved you." She smiled and the tears fell faster.
"I love you too, Sam. Please don't leave me…" They shared one last kiss. She pulled away, horrified as she watched Sam's chest ease and his body go still. "No… Sam what am I going to do without you?" It was hard to imagine living in a world where Sam wasn't by her side. The thought of going through every day without ever seeing him again was a terrible feeling that couldn't even be put into words. She gripped his hand, kissing it.
"Come back…"
