Chapter 9

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Lacey's POV

I made my way back into Emma's room to get my bag which I'd accidentally left there while talking to Emma.

I got to the room and entered just in time to see Emma crumple in a heap on the floor.

I ran and pressed the emergency button, rushing over and kneeling down on the floor by Emma and held her hand while trying to check for a pulse.

Tears slipped down my cheeks as I realised what she'd done, scarlet blood gushed from her self-inflicted wounds.

Her left outer arm glistening with fresh beads of blood, I tried wiping it away only to reveal what looked like a random series of letters imbedded in her skin.

She had hardly any pulse and was losing to much blood, I could hear people running down towards us but was the effort going to be enough to save my darling sister?

Why had I allowed this to happen to her, how could I not have noticed?

Dr Emily's POV

I rushed I to the scene of Lacey kneeling beside Emma with tears spilling from her eyes.

"Please Emily," she whispered to me " save her."

My instincts kicked in, I took the stethoscope from around my neck and checked for a heartbeat and pulse...

She was alive, barely but she was still alive.

I felt along her back.

Not good.

She barely survived last time but I had to do this.

"I need a crash trolley, 6 units of O negative with more on standby and ICU theatre 2 cleared immediately. Get the team into theatre now, tell them it's a spinal break with a possible ruptured spleen and deep skin lacerations all over."

I yelled at the others who had followed in a panic behind me.

I saw a twitch of movement in Emma's fingers.

"I need the anaesthetist and page Dr Avery, NOW." I shouted.

"Emily?" Lacey whimpered. "15%" she just nodded, clutching on to Emma's hand tighter, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair before whispering.

"I love you emmi." Lacey released her grip on Emma and just turned to me and said, "please do what you can for her."

Before she left the room with more tears forming in her eyes.

We rushed Emma into theatre,our fingers crossed that she'd live.

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