Distance (A Sam Woolf Fanfiction)

Chapter 32: The Final Goodbye

It was pitch black outside by the time we had gotten back to the hospital. The 6 of us crammed into Lou's SUV and braced ourselves for what was to come. Devinn still had tears in her eyes as she climbed in one of the seats next to me. I, on the other hand, had managed to stop crying, but I could still feel the weight pressing on my heart like an elephant.

Cautiously, we all filed into her room and I took my usual seat at her beside. Brushing back her hair, I pressed my lips to her forehead briefly before taking up her hand again. I couldn't bare to think about the moment that lied before us so instead I let my mind wander off to the day of her mothers funeral. I though she looked fragile then, but nothing compares to how porcelain she appears now.

There's a faint knock on the door and then the doctor who preformed Lil's surgery walks into the room.
"Sam," He speaks clearly, "If you're sure about your decision, then I have a few forms that you'll need to fill out." All eyes in the room draw to me as I stand and exit the hospital room with the doctor.

Once outside, he hands me a plain brown clip board and a pen. I scan the writing carefully before coming to a stop at the blank signature line. I knew this wouldn't be easy, but I also didn't think it would be so hard to write my name. This ends it all, any chance I have of seeing her eyes light up again, her smile, the way the sound of my name makes my stomach flip when she says it, us, her. This one simple signature ends her life. It also ends her suffering and pain. I grapple with myself for a moment before lifting my shaky hand to the line. Sniffling, I scribble my name on it and let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding in. I had just done it. I signed her away.

"The staff is going to give you all some privacy now. I'll be back in about an hour and well proceed from there."

Colors no longer seemed vibrant. It was as if all the life had been sucked out of the world. Everything felt black and white as I made my way back into the room. I swear I must've looked like a zombie with the lack of sleep I've been receiving.

"Sam?" Alex asked fear taking over his face.

"We...um...we need to say our," I choke on my own words as I speak, unable to finish the sentence. Alex placed his hand on my shoulder as I stand there for a second looking at her. Despite the machines and the hospital gown, she was radiant. She is my angel, in every aspect of the word.

"Devinn....if you wanna go first we'll all leave." I mutter helplessly. She nods grief stricken and makes her way to Lil's bedside. Hesitantly, I and the rest of my friends file out of the room, most of us peering over our shoulder before the door came to a close.

Alex's POV

It seemed like years had gone by since I last saw Sam. Everything about him was different, but for the better. He was more cautious, gentle even, but at the same time he was completely shattered.

One by one everyone made their way into her room alone. Devinn, then Lou, Skylar and finally Max who emerged crying harder then Devinn. I really felt bad for the kid. He blames himself a lot for what happened to her. It doesn't help him that he and Lil were in the middle of a fight that day. He feels like he never got the chance to apologize and now he never will.

"Sam?" I ask hesitantly directing my hand towards the door.

"Can..can you go first?" He asks as he lays his hands into his head. "I'm just not ready yet."
I nod, taking in a huge gulp of air before pushing open the door. Slowly, I make my way to her bedside and take a seat next to her.

"Hey," I almost whisper.

"I know that everything seems like it coming to an end right now but it's not. You're going to wake up...Sam hasn't given up on you and I sure as hell haven't either." I let air fills my lungs again in a desperate attempt to calm myself.