The Missing Pieces

Touring Again

A/N: Hey lovelies!

My chorus teacher wasn't mad she was just like

".....y'all"

And writing in math class is fun.

By the way if this is getting too long tell me because I have no idea where to stop or when to make a sequel.

And if I didn't mention it before, Sam's parents don't stay with her at the hospital, they live far away and just visit.

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*Mitch's POV*

"I need to see Sam...now."

We're going on tour tomorrow. You'll see her in a month.

"She might not have a month, Mitch!" Scott screams and I wince.

See if she can come to our next show? Calm down.

"Okay...I'll text her." He says and walks off.

I hope she's okay...

*Scott's POV*

I go out on the porch and FaceTime Sam.

"Hey Sam."

"Hey Scott." She says weakly. "Sorry I just had chemo. I'm still getting used to it."

I wanted to cry at how weak and sick she looked.

"So, I know you've never been to a concert, correct?" I ask and she nods weakly.

"Well I was wondering if you'd want to come to one next month when we come back to North Carolina."

She smiles. "Yeah, I'd love that. I have something to tell you too."

"What is it?" I ask fearfully.

"I'm getting better. I know I look bad, but I'm fighting. The doctors say I could be okay."

I breathe a sigh of relief. "That's awesome! I was scared for a second. We're all praying for you."

"Thank you, Scott. You're the nicest person I've ever met." She smiles really big.

"I don't know, I'm pretty mean." I say and she taps the screen.

"That was me smacking you."

"Ooh, a feisty one." I smirk.

"As feisty as a girl fighting cancer can get," She looks to her right. "I have to go. I'll text you."

"Love you!"

"Love you too." She says and hangs up.

I go inside and hug Mitch around the waist.

"I love you."

I love you too. Is she okay?

"Yeah. She'll be okay." I tell him and he smiles.

Good. I just got a call from my speech therapist. She says I'm doing better. Can you help me?

"Of course. Is she going on tour with us?"

Yes. I'll have to miss some rehearsals for speech.

"That's okay," I say, getting out some of Mitch's speech materials. "Okay, let's start with warm ups. Repeat after me."

"Meh. Me. Mah. Mo. Mu."

"Meh, m...me, mmmah, mo-moh, mu."

"That was great. You're really getting better."

This is like school.