No Wings To Fly

Chapter Thirty One

Samantha was dying. She knew it and so did everyone else. The doctors had done more research about Sam's particular heart condition and had decided one thing. The only way she would survive would be from a miracle. I needed that miracle. I needed Sam.

They had searched extensively for a good donor, but had found none. The requirements for a donor were very complicated. First off, the donor would have to have around the same tissue type so that the Sam's body doesn't reject it. The donor also has to be brain dead, but still on life support. And, Sam had turned down the implant, since it might not work. Basically, the doctors explained that it would be a one in a thousand chance that Sam would find a donor, and that meant Sam had a one in a thousand chance in living out her life. 

It was now that I desperately wished that dreams came true, that wishes on shooting stars made a difference. Because my wish could save her life. If only...

I stared down at Sam as she slept. She looked calm, relaxed. Sam's entire body was emaciated and pale, though she was just as beautiful as ever in my eyes. The doctors had suggested for her to take a long rest to give her some energy, so for the majority of the afternoon, she had been asleep.

"Hey Sam." I began in a whispered tone.

"I'm sorry about fighting yesterday. I really am. I know you love me. I mean, how could you not?" I laughed sadly.

"I don't want to think about you dying. I can't. It only reminds me of everything I will lose. I have fallen so deeply in love with you. I won't just lose my best friend. I won't just lose somebody I love. If you die Sam, I lose a piece of myself."

I brushed her hair from her forehead ever carefully as not to wake Sam. 

"You are right. The strings of fate are pulling us together. But what if the world is stronger? What if fate isn't strong enough? Then what? Am I just supposed to sit here and watch you die? Every time I see you in pain, I lose a bit of myself. When all of you is gone, I go with you. I'll go too. I don't know how much longer I can stand this all, how long I can keep my head above the water before drowning."

I ran my hands through my hair and gave a long sigh. "This is killing me, seeing you so sick. I love you. Remember all of those nights we talked? For months? Half a year, now? All that time, all those conversations, all those times we stayed up into the early hours of morning? I can't just forget them. I can't just forget you."

As I sat there with Sam, thoughts ran through my head. Crazy, impossible thoughts. Dark thoughts, deep thoughts. The doctors might not be able to save Sam, but... What if... 

My eyes grew wide and I opened my mouth in surprise. A pit of fear burrowed its way into my stomach and I could hear the blood pumping past my ears. I couldn't... but what if I did?

I could save Sam. 

I gave Sam a quick kiss, shot straight out of my chair, and closed the door behind me quickly. From there I flew down the hall and requested to see the doctor. When the receptionist finally let me in to see him, my words seemed to catch in my throat.

My voice shook even as I said them. I was terrified. "I think I know how to save Samantha Jayne White. I need to ask you a favor."