Adopted by Taylor Swift

chapter 9

taylor pov

 "mom?"

tears flooded my eyes. sam has never. and i mean never called me mom before.

i smiled and stroked her beautiful blonde hair with my hand, "hey baby girl." i whispered. she smiled slightly, "hi." she whispered.

i kissed her forehead and looked at her sadly, "why would you do this to yourself sammy?" i whispered.

she sniffled, "i um...i don't really want to talk about it...here..."

i nodded, "it's okay sweetie you don't have to. whenever you're ready." 

she nodded. "i signed all of the papers. we can go home sam. but you will have to be on bed rest for a while. i will take care of you okay?" i said as i caressed her cheek. 

i realized that i'm still covered in sam's blood.

sam noticed, "is that mine?" she asked.

i looked at my bloody shirt and body and slowly nodded.

"did you call justin?" her voice cracked at saying justin's name. 

"no... but if you want me to-"

"no. no don't call him! please." she pleaded.

"why don't you want me to-"

"just don't!" she shouted.

i cringed back at her harshness.

"sorry...i just...please don't."

"okay. i won't."

just then the doctor walked in, "oh good. you're awake?"

sam smiled, "in the flesh."

"well you're lucky you're even alive. if it wasn't for your mother you wouldn't be here right now." the doctor said.

i blushed and sam looked at me, "what did she do?"

"well samantha, miss swift found you and called 911 immediately. she performed cpr on you and pumped your stomach. she saved your life. you're lucky to have a mother that loves you as much as she does."

sam looked at me and i took her hand. she smiled, "yeah. yeah i am."

i smiled.

the doctor smiled and said we could go. he gave me sam's perscription and i thanked him and put the bottle of pills in my bag.

he left the room and i got out sam's clothes. i got her sweatpants and a shirt before i went to the ambulance. she stood up, wobbly and went to fall but i quickly ran to her side and caught her, "it's okay. i got you." she smiled and thanked me quietly. i sat her down and helped her put her pants on. i got the rest of the hospital gown off of her and put her shirt over her head.

"okay. easy now." i took her arm and she gasped in pain. i let go and looked down. there was a huge scar down her arm. "sorry." i whispered. she nodded, "it's okay." she whispered back.

i helped her stand up again and we walked outside.

"taylor taylor over here!"

"what's the blood?"

"what happened taylor?"

"sam sam over here!"

paparazzi bombarded us and sam started tripping. "guys please move out of the way." i said the nicest i could.

they didn't and one bumped into sam. she started falling but i caught her. she could barely stand so i picked her up bridal style. she was not even heavy really. she wrapped her arms around my neck.