Baby Steps

Chapter 6 Breathe Just Breathe

Kaylee's POV

I ran out the door, not even explaining myself to Hunter.

I quickly pounded on the door. "Sam!" I yelled, panic laced in my tone.

He open the door instantly. I ran inside.
Gracie was laying on the couch, gasping for breath.

I kneeled beside, trying to hold in my tears. "Breathe baby girl, breathe." I said while brushing hair out of her face.

"The ambulance is on it's way. They said to do CPR." Sam said.

"Do you know CPR?" I asked, exasperated.

"Yeah." He said as he kneeled down.

I moved over as Sam began administering CPR.

All I could think about was my baby. I let the tears fall. I couldn't hold them in any more. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and I fell into them.

"She'll be okay. Shh." he said, playing with my hair.

Hunter.

I leaned into his chest and cried silently. After a moment I got up a kneeled by Gracie.

"Breathe," I whispered.

Suddenly banging on the door was heard.

I got up and ran to the door. The paramedics were at the door. They ran past me. Sam got up and let them take over.

They began to put an oxygen mask on her tiny face. It seemed to ease her a bit. They were communicating with medical terms no one understood.

They then placed her on a gurney. The tears continued to fall.

The paramedics carried her out. I quickly followed, Sam and Hunter on my heels.

They took her down the stairs as fast as they could.

I followed, tears blurring my vision.

Once we arrived at the ambulance they loaded her in.

One of then walked up to me.

"Are you her mother?" he asked.

"Yes." I choked out.

"You can ride in the back with her." he said before walking away.

"Kaylee!" Hunter called.

I turned.

He came running up to me. "What hospital is she going to?" he asked.

"St. Joseph." I answered, then hopped in the back of the ambulance.

"I'll follow." Hunter said before getting in his car, Sam right behind.

The paramedics closed the back doors, and they began to drive quickly down the road.

I looked down at my little girl. She looked like she was sleeping but we all know she was knocked out cold.

I grabbed her little hand. You could see the little hives breaking out all over her body. There were beads of sweat covering her forehead.

She's to young for this. I thought. She doesn't deserve this.

"Breathe baby." I said. "Your okay."

I brushed some little brown hair off her forehead.

"Miss?" a woman asked.

I looked up at her. She gave me a sympathetic smile.

"What's her name?" she asked. Her name tag read Joann. Huh. Didn't know EMTs had name tags.