By the time I reached the hospital my lungs were begging for air. My knees felt wobbly and I couldn't walk properly but that didn't bring me down because I kept running. I was greeted by a receptionist, "Susan Jones", I breathed. "Room 72" was all I heard as I fled down the hallway in search of the said room. I froze on my heels when I saw a door with the number 72. I went in to find my mother lying still, covered in white bedding and complex pipes. My heart broke at the sight of her and I began crying again.
A man in a white coat entered and told me that she had been involved in a car accident and that her chances of surviving were very slim due to her head injuries.
I went out to the bathroom and, upon my return, there were at least three doctors standing over her. I had already guessed what was going on but I refused to accept it. I was optimistic that maybe, just maybe, my guesses were wrong. I felt a pair of arms engulfing me into a tight hug and that was when those three words were whispered into my ear, "We lost her", he said and all the hope I had was crushed into pieces. "No! No!", I started kicking and shouting, "Please, you're doctors. Do something!" I saw another doctor approaching with a needle in hand and that was when I felt dizzy and everything went black.
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