The doctor soon gotten me to Samantha's room. She looked at me. "Okay I leave you to it. Just make sure she gets lots of rest." She told me. I nodded at her signaling that I gotten the message. I slowly walked into Samantha's room. Closing the door behind me. I slowly walked over to Sam's bed and gotten in beside her. I carefully wrapped my arm around her small waste holding her close. Samantha soon moved a bit in her sleep cuddling into my side even more. I smiled watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful. So beautiful. Just looking at her. You wouldn't know that she was going through so much. That is if you looked past the grown, the breathing mask on her face helping her breath. The IV line and everything else. I slowly took my other hand and played with her hair a bit.

I started thinking. What if she moved back to New York with me? I could set her up with the best doctors over there. I could help her. I am pretty sure that my friends Rachel, Kurt, Elliet, Brittany and Santana would help me. Yes I am still friends with my ex lover and her girlfriend. I am happy for them. And I will move on. I think I might had already in a way...what am I saying? It is just...Samantha she makes me feel good and wanted. Yes we never talked face to face in person tell tonight. But she in a odd way seemed to complete me. I looked at her face closely. I could lean in and just kiss her. But this wasn't the time or place. And also with Sam's illness she had to be very careful of all germs. I want to make sure that before our first kiss...if we ever have a first kiss. My teeth are burshed and I used mouth wash and that my mouth is germ free for her. I also want to make it romatic and amazing for her. And doing it here just after she had that attack...isnt the way to go.

I was lost in thought when I heard a tiny moan coming from beside me. I looked over at Sam. Watching as she slowly opened up her baby blue eyes. She looked at me and her eyes want wide. She then looked around the room. She took off the mask so she could talk. "I had a attack at your meet and greet, and coughed up blood on your shirt didn't I?" She asked looking at the blood stain on my shirt. I frowned remembering I never had a chance to change yet. I slowly nodded. "Yeah but it is no big deal. I never really liked this shirt anyways." That was a lie. I loved that shirt. It was my most favorite one. But I cared about Samantha more then a shirt. She could barry the shirt in mud and I wouldn't care. "All that matters is that your going to be okay." I whispered to her looking into her eyes.

I saw saddness in her eyes when I said that. Samantha blinked and looked down. "Y-yeah..." She said softly. I frowned. "What is wrong? Do you need me to get a nurse?" I asked her softly. Just then Samantha started crying. I pulled her into a hug careful of all the lines she was hooked up too. Samantha want to wrap her arm around me to hug me back. But she was having a hard time. Due to her being all dropped up. I carefully took her arm and helped her. She clinged to me sobbing into my chest.

Samantha then whimpered out. "N-no...I wont...Danielle...I um...didn't tell you everything...I found out a while back. That...I needed a lung transplant to stay alive longer then...a year...I was put on the list but I was like 60th something on there." I frowned listening to her. "When did you find that out?" I asked her. She looked down. "4 mouths ago..." She whispered. I looked at her. "Why didn't you tell me? I could had helped you." I whispered to her. Samantha shrugged and said. "I didn't want you to worry..."

I took a deep breath. "I want to help you. Because you helped me." Samantha looked at me she want to say something. I put my finger to her lips. To shush her up. "Just hear me out okay?" She nodded and I removed my finger. I looked into her eyes. "You are the only person who is always there for me. When Santana left me for her ex girlfriend. You where there helping pick up the pieces. You make me feel like I could really be somebody...like I was wanted. You helped me them nights I felt triggered. You stayed up all night with me more then once. Talking me out of harming myself. Without you...I don't honestly think I would be alive right now." I told her honestly.

Samantha started crying. I reached up wiping away her tears. I then said to her. "Move to New York with me please? I can help you and be there for you. My friends will help you too. I can set you up with the best doctors." Samantha looked into my eyes. "That is all great...but where would I live? What will I do for a job?" She asked me. I bit my lip thinking about it.

"I have a guest room. So you can move in with me. As for a job. You don't have to work. You can just take it easy. You should really be taking it easy." I told her. Samantha shook her head. "I am not going to live with you and not work to help you." She told me. I knew Samantha would say something like that. I had a plan. "I do need somebody who can help me out on tour. Do you think you can handle it?" I asked her. Samantha nodded at that. Perfect. She can work and feel like she is helping. But I can keep a eye on her. And help her. Make sure she takes her meds and takes it easy.

Samantha looked at me. "Why are you doing this?" She asked me. I sighed. "Because I want to. Now let me in. Let me help you. Please?" I whispered to her. She slowly nodded at me. I smiled kissing her forehead.