when we got to the hospital they took her to a different room "i think you should go home, she is not fit for any visitors and she will be staying hear over night "its fine, I want to be hear when she wakes up" I looked him in the eye then at the floor "ok well I will tell you if she wakes up"
"thank you" I nodded then looked back at the floor and gave a light sigh, I really hope she is ok I don't know what I would do with out her, then I realised "shit I forgot about school" I rang my mum as qick as I could and told her what had happened and as soon as I ended the calles I could see someone running so I looked over to my left and saw paramedics rushing towards the room Katie was In and the one that was already in the room shouted "quick I don't think she Is going to make it" I ran over to the room and looked inside before they closed the door again and there was so much blood it looked like someone had been murdered, I got a really bad feeling in my stomach and as much as I wanted to go in and see if she was going to be ok I wasn't aloud and had to sit back where I was and hope for the best.
after 2 or 3 hours I went back over to the room and looked in the gap of the window that wasn't covered with a curtain and I regretted that decision as soon as I saw what they was doing to her, I don't know what the machine was called that they was using but they was rubbing the electric things together and pressing them on her upper stomach. until there was a beep from the machine that was tracking her heart and pulse, when I heard that I couldn't take it anymore and I pushed open the door and ran over to her and shouted "whats happened, is she going to be ok?!" the doctor looked at me like he was sorry to tell me something, I looked away from him and held Katie's hand, after a few seconds her pulse came back but she needed medical attention, but they let me stay with her because they said "it looks like your the one who brought her back, with you she feels calm" I looked at her in shock, how is that possible?
