After my sound check and bringing up Samantha on the stage with me to sing. "Fix a Heart." With me. To help her forget about everything she is going through for even a min and get her to smile a bit. I did my meet and greets. Samantha was last in the line of fans to meet. When she came up to me. We both playfully introduced our selfs to each other. Then Samantha said. "Thank you for letting me go and sing iwth you tonight. I had a lot of fun...and I forgot about everything for a while. You know?" I nodded and said a soft. "Your welcome." To her. Samantha then pulled a letter. "I...om kind of didn't know how to tell you everything...I wanted to say. So here." She want to hand it to me. I smiled at Samantha. "Read it to me." I said said softly. I learned that talking helped more then not talking why I was in rehab. Even if it was reading some letter. Samantha looked at me. "I-i can't..." She whispered. I nodded at her "Yes you can. Please for me?" I asked giving her my cute puppy dog face. Samantha took a deep breath and opened up the letter. Starting to read it to me.
When Samantha was done reading it. I couldn't help but start crying. She was doing everything on her own. Will I was kind of there for her. But that was only through twitter not in person. Like she should have somebody there for her. I made a note to try and be there for her no matter what. There was something about her. Sam frowned. "I am sorry...I didn't mean to make you cry." I shook my head pulling her into a hug. "No I am sorry. You poor thing. You going through so much alone. But yet you kept staying strong. I am just so proud of you." I whispered into her ear. It was true. She could had given up and said no more. Threatments no more surgeries. But she kept fighting it. Fighting it hard. Before She then barsted into tears myself crying into my shoulder. I rubbed her back. Sushing her softly. Working on trying to calm her down.
I then noticed something was up. Samantha was struggling to breath. I pulled back and looked at her worried. "Baby girl are you..." I want to say okay. But then she coughed up blood on my shirt. My eyes want wide holding her close. "Max! Call 911 now! She is coughing up blood!" I yelled out. Max then pulled out his phone calling for help. I kept holding her close and whispered to her. "Hang in there. I got you. Deep breaths." Samantha nodded weakly at me. I carefully picked her up. She was super light. Easy for me to carry. I called out to Natalie. "Cancel the concert! Refund the tickets! Family issuse!" I looked at Samantha like she was my family. Maybe something more. She helped me a lot with my break up with Santana. If it wasn't for her...I don't know what I would had done.
I want outside holding her close. Soon a ambulance pulled up. Two paramedics quickly gotten out. They walked over to me. "She had a hard time breathing and coughed up blood." I told them quickly handing Samantha over to them. They put her into the back of the ambulance putting on a breathing mask and starting a IV line. I quickly hoped into the back with them and her. I held her hand tightly. "It is going to be okay." I whispered to her.
We soon gotten to the hospital. I hoped out of the ambulance and gotten out of the paremedics way. As they rusehd her inside. To tend to her. I want to the waiting room and sat down. Praying for her. She had to be okay. She just had to be. Right?
Two hours later. I had no word on Samantha. I started to get worried. I gotten up and paced around. Soon I saw a doctor walking over. I ran up to her. "How is she?!" I asked quickly. Not knowing if she was even Sam's doctor or not. She looked at me. "You got the wrong doctor miss." She said softly .Just as then another doctor walked into the room. "Um Samantha Smith?" He asked. I ran up to him. "Yes? How is she?" I asked knowing I had the right doctor this time.
He looked at me. "She is going to be fine. She just needs to take it easy and to take her meds to keep her breathing under control." I nodded at him. "Can I go see her?" I asked softly. He nodded at me. "Sure follow me." He then lead me to her room. Samantha was just sleeping. I slowly walked over getting into the bed with her. I held her close. I started to feel things I never felt with Santana or anybody else. It scared me. But I pushed all feelings aside. Because Samantha needed me.