𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 ;; 𝘫.𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺 ✓

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Sammy's pov

After hearing those words, I began to feel a pain in my chest, for Nate.

I looked over at him as he slept silently, I tuned out everything else the doctor was saying.

He'd be broken when he'd find out. I knew I couldn't be the one to tell him. But then who would? No one could tell him and expect him to just be fine about it, whoever would tell him it would be the same as if anyone else would tell him. He'd still be heartbroken in the end.

Everting my eyes away from Nate I looked back at the doctor. "Is there even a chance she'll make it?" I questioned. I watched as he sighed and just looked at the floor. "I'm not sure, there might be a 45% chance but I've never seen anything like this out of all my years working"

"She's not responding to the medicine, it's almost as if her body doesn't want it. Like she's fighting it"