I woke up a few hours later.
"Rachel? Are you awake?"
No answer.
"Rachel?" I yelled.
Not even a stir.
I didn't hear her breathing.
I went over to her bedside, on her right.
She was lying on her back, her hands folded across her chest. She looked so peaceful, yet her stomach, nor her chest, were rising or falling.
I put my head against her chest.
No heartbeat.
I ran, and ran and ran as fast as I could.
"Belle!!! Belle!!!" I ran down the hallway.
I found her, I was sobbing.
"Belle! Rachel isn't breathing!" She got Dr Connors, and they both ran up to our room.
They got her onto a stretcher, all of us crying.
Dr. Connors has known her for 13 years.
I just stood there. Unable to help.
I was crying in my robe, standing by the door.
They ran her to the emergency room, me running alongside her, holding her hand.
I wasn't aloud in the emergency room while they run tests, and do treatments.
I ran upstairs, still sobbing, up to Ryland's room.
I didn't even knock. He was awake already, because he couldn't sleep.
I ran into him and just hugged him. I didn't say a word.
He didn't ask.
He just held me.
"Rachel didn't wake up." I told him.
He asked for details, so I told him more about it. I was still sobbing. So was he.
