When we got to the hospital, they immediately did surgery. While they were, I sat outside of the emergency room and pretty much cried. How could something so good turn so bad. 3 hours later they said I go in and see her. She was laying on the bed hooked up to a breathing machine. I sat in that room for hours praying that she would be ok. I never stopped praying. I knew she was ok until, the beeping on the monitor started to slow down, then maybe a 5 seconds later the monitor screen showed a flat line. I ran to get the nurses and they ran in trying to revive her. I sat in the nurses station praying out loud this time so that everyone could hear me. I said "Lord, please bring her back." I sat there begging him to bring her back. But when the doctor came out he just looked at me and shook his head. I knew what that meant, she was gone.
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