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Ryans p.o.v

The ambulance came 15 minutes after landing called them. Mum rushed home too, making it here before the ambulance came; thank god.
She was crying like mad. Her baby had gone. There was no way of survival.
I was crying too, but I was trying to hold it in. My best friend, my clown, my little sister; gone. I should have been there to save her. It's all my fault. If I was there, I could have helped. But I wasn't.
She got carried out on a stretcher by two men that worked on the ambulance.
Her head was flopped and her body was limp. She looked pale,really ill. Her long hair was flowing past her shoulders, and suddenly looked really dry and ratty.
"She'll be fine, Mrs Robertson." The doctor said, brushing the hair off Mias limp face, but it just made mim cry more.

"Do you want some water Sir?" A lady said, and I lifted my head up from my hands and nodded.

Why her? Why now? What happened? Why wasn't I there?

What if its my fault.

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