Racing towards your heart (*ON HOLD FOR PART2*)

PROLOGUE

Do miracles exist? Do you believe in miracles?

Strong hands hooked around my arms, yanking me away from her body with an alarming force. I grunted in protest and struggled against their grip. But my defiance crumbled like a wilted flower in a parched desert as I took in the unforgiving spectacle playing out right in front of me.

"No..." I hear Cam whimpering from beside me.

I choke up, a lump forming in my throat. My heartbeat runs erratically on par with the heart monitor's beeps, making me wonder if I was wired into the heart monitor instead of the person on the narrow white bed. The atmosphere tenses as we witness the doctor desperately compressing her chest, trying to get her to breathe.

Trying to hold on to the last strings to keep them from snapping.

The increasing beeping of her heart rate monitor rings in my ears. The four white walls around me threatened to snatch me off my breath as the deafening sounds of life and death reverberated through my being; a relentless drumbeat that threatened to drown out all else. For a moment, I contemplated covering my ears and retreating from the horror before me, praying that when I next opened my eyes, it would all be nothing but a nightmare.

But it isn't.

The doctor seems to be in despair by now as his eyes switch between the heart monitor and his working hands. He stops the CPR and barks orders at the nurses. Another nurse rushes into the room and hands over a defibrillator to the doctor. Applying the gel over it, he shouts, "Clear!" and shocks her body.

I suddenly wish that I hadn't crept into the room despite everyone's protests. No matter how much I wanted to be by her side, I couldn't bear to breathe in this suffocating white room; the doctor might as well be using the defibrillator on me.

My legs wobble, unable to hold my weight and my body turns numb as it slumps onto the floor. I helplessly wait, unable to give any form of support to her. I want to be with her, next to her, to show that I haven't forgotten her. I shrug the arms off me. Tears blind my vision as I drag myself toward her regardless of the dissents from the nurses in the room with shaky legs.

We weren't allowed here at all. But nothing can stand in my way now that she was visibly slipping away from my grasp. I clutch her hand tightly towards my heart, "Please...open your eyes... You have to wake up!" I give a plaintive cry, tears finally flowing down my face like water escaping a dam.

The doctor shakes his head slowly while dragging his gloved hands through his hair, beads of sweat pouring down his face, his eyes showing his anguish and sympathy. I shake my head in denial. Prove him wrong, come on! Show him that you can still make it! Please!

The shouts and tragic cries get louder from outside the room. I vaguely hear Cam shouting profanities at the doctor while the nurses try to keep the noise down from the outside.

I don't want to lose hope, I don't want to think about a future without her.

"Come on," I whisper through my tears, "O..open y..your eyes and s..smile fo..for me." Please.

With a desperate grip, I held her hand tightly and closed my eyes, trying to find some consolation in the darkness that infested my heart as I struggled to endure the overwhelming pain there.

I'm honestly terrified out of my mind.

"Please, help her," I plea with a throaty voice, my emotions turning ridged as my eyes find those of the doctor. "Save her."

Why is he not doing anything?

Why is nobody helping her?

My breath runs short. My vision turns blurry and there is a ringing in my ears. It feels like I'm losing my breath and mind altogether. I bind my grip on her frigid hand; as if my touch, my feelings could jolt her awake somehow.