Mine // Sam Wilkinson

Part // XXIX

Sammy's POV

"What? What do you mean?" I looked at Scott, avoiding to make eye contact.

He looked at his feet, licked his lips, and looked back at me, "Let's go. I'll take you to see her but you can't go in the room with her. They wouldn't even let me, and I'm blood," his voice assured he was holding back tears, "I didn't think you wanted to see her this way, but I know this is hard for you. I'll take you and Nate if you want to go. I was gonna take her flowers, her favorite blanket and her cow pillow pet that you got her awhile back... Never seen her sleep without it. You sure you wanna go?"

It's not that I wanted to see her after the details I got, but it's more of a need to know that the love of my life is breathing, whether that is on her own or by a machine helping her.

Whatever I wanted, or needed, was going to happen. It was Scott and I in the front seats with Nate and Emma in the back. I was holding Claire's cow pillow pet I got her as a surprise when she was flying from Omaha back to Cincinnati. She was scared to fly, and I knew my sweatshirt might not fix this situation this time. I knew she loved cows, and she didn't have any pillow pets from what I knew in her room. It still smelled strong of my cologne too, which meant she had recently sprayed it with the bottle I gave her in case she needed to spray my clothes or even the pillow.

We pulled into the parking garage and Scott had his hands on his keys. We all tried preparing ourselves to walk into the hospital.

I could feel the tears forming into my eyes. This didn't feel real, but I knew it was.

Let's get this over with so I can see her.