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I can't breathe.
Mom doesn't seem to care that I am visibly struggling to be alive. She grabs a remote and clicks a button a couple times. "How the hell do I get a nurse in here?"
I killed him. I can't breathe.
"Want to be helpful for once? Get me a damn nurse."
I can't breathe.
"What drugs did they give me? Good ones?"
I can't breathe.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mom snaps.
The door opens, and arms catch me before I fall to the ground. I can't breathe.
Two nurses rush in, one of them attending to my mom and the other taking me out of whoever's grip I'm in. Then my vision is lost, and black fills my eyes.
"Get water," the nurse holding onto me orders someone.
"Fisher, go," I hear Levi say. "Breathe, baby, breathe."
Something was pounding in my ears, but it couldn't of been my heart because I swear it stopped beating.
I killed him. I can't breathe.
Bile rises in my throat and my chest tightens.
Soft callouses scrape my face as my hair is tucked behind my ear, and somehow they draw me back in.
My vision clears enough to see a third nurse holding my legs down as Levi has me secured to his chest. I'm shaking, but I can't even feel my body.
Fisher returns, a cup of water in his hand. He gives it to Levi, who puts it against my lips. But I don't drink it.
"Get the trash can," the same nurse who asked for the water demands.
Levi drags the trash can over just in time. The bile rises out of my mouth, and Levi grabs a hold of my hair to keep it out of my face as I throw up.
I killed him. I killed Dada.
"She's a handful, isn't she?" I hear my mom tell the other doctor.
"Let's move her to a private room," the nurse holding my legs down suggests.
Levi lifts me in his arms, and thank Santa I've thrown up everything in me, because if he had a fit about the lemonade I spilled on him, I don't think he'd like having my vomit on him.
I'm laid down on a hospital bed moments later. Tears still fall, and my body is still shaking, but I focus on Levi's presence to calm me down.
It takes me about five minutes for my heartbeat to return to my chest instead of my ears, and for my tears to remain in my eyes. Exhaustion settles over me.
"Good job, sweetheart," Levi says, running his thumb over the tears on my cheeks. "Breathe."
"Stay with her, I will give you two a moment," the nurse says before leaving the room. She closes the door behind her.
