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Part 5

FIVE

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I swear I could feel him squeeze my hand back. I screamed for the doctor and he ran it.

"He squeezed my hand." I said.

"Are you sure? Samantha you could be just imagining it from lack of sleep." He said.

I sighed and looked at Spencer. He was still and didn't move a muscle.

"Yeah... Probably that. I'm sorry." I said.

"It's fine. I understand what you're going through. Just... Promise me you'll get yourself taken care of while he's..." He paused trying to think of what to say. "Absent."

"I'll try..." I muttered as he walked off.

Even though the hospital was full, I felt like Spencer and I were the only ones there. As if we were frozen and all around us were empty rooms. Empty rooms that needed to be filled. They could never be filled. Spencer was dying. I hated to think of it, but it was true.

Spencer was dying.

And I had no control over it.

He was just going to not wake up, and I'd be alone.

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Once his parents came back, I had to leave yet again. I didn't even bother to stop and use a sly comment. I was too tired to think of one. I just walked out back to my car. It was around 2:00, but my phone is a few minutes ahead.

I leaned my seat back and tried to close my eyes. I couldn't just keep sleeping in my car, I was going to wind up exhausted with back problems and awful fast food breath. I needed to change my clothes anyway. I had to remind myself.

I'm not the sick one.

I'm not the one that's in the coma.

I'm just there to stare at him.

Which staring doesn't help much.

I put the keys in the car and drove off. Suddenly my phone rang. I looked down at the name of who was calling.

Stephen.