*Ashley's POV*
"What's wrong?" I say quietly, tears threatening to rush to my eyes.
"She just.. she just... she stopped breathing.." He says, more tears fillin inside his eyes.
I stand there shocked, staring at her.
"NURSE!" I suddenly shout and start pressing buttons on her bedside.
About 1 minute later, a nurse was rushing in.
"WHATS WRONG?" The lady half shouted, half said.
"She.. stopped breathing." I state. Pushing my tears back.
She stands there for a second, and I'm ready to yell. Suddenly, she goes to her side and pushes me and Harry out.
Harry is still speechless, except tears aren't in his eyes now.
"Harry.." I start, "I'm really scared."
I erupt with multiple tears.
As does he.
"I am to-o." He manages to croak.
I sit on the floor, crying.
Someone comes over and grabs me in an embrace.
I can smell his fragrance, and there no doubt it's Harry.
"Harry.." I say/ask.
He looks up, red eyed, "Yes?"
"What if she doesn't make it?" I ask, tears filling my eyes.
How long was she not breathing? This could be the end of my best friend, as we know it. No.
No.
It will NOT be the last of her.
I love her too much. God wouldn't take her away from me.
Right?
Right.
"She will." He states, wiping tears.
Suddenly a nurse comes out.
"Is she okay!" Me and Harry say in sync. We ignore it.
"I have some bad news.." She starts, "Maria didn't.. didn't.. Make it."
