All of Me

4

Demi

"Wilmer, she's unconscious!" I cried, holding my baby girl to my chest.

"We're pulling in!" He yelled back as tears gush down my cheeks, and leak onto Alaskas forehead. "Did you check for a pulse?"

I know I should check for one but I'm too scared I won't find it.

"Demi?!" He repeated.

With trembling fingers, I pressed them to her neck. I don't know what I'm doing or how I'm supposed to do this. "I-I don't know, I'm shaking t-too much."

"Okay, okay- um, put your hand in front of her nose or mouth,"

I travel up to her mouth and feel nothing, making my heart sink fast to the pit of my stomach. I instantly put my fingers under her nose and sigh in relief, "I feel a little air blowing out from her nose."

"Okay we're almost to the doors," he mumbled his words together, accelerating on the gas.

I slowly rocked her back and fourth as sobs fought against my chest, begging to be released. This cannot be happening. If anything remotely bad happens to her, I have no idea what I'll do with myself. 

"Wilmer," I whimpered, biting down on my lip.

"It's going to be okay," he promised in an angry tone, but I know he's just scared.

I look up as we near the doors, seeing doctors and nurses flood outside. I'm glad Wilmer called on the way here so they're ready for her. I'm just terrified.

Wilmer slams on the brakes and before I can even process what's happening, he's already taking Alaska out of my arms.

I jump out of the car after him as everything starts to go in slow motion. I see Wilmer sprinting towards the gurney, holding her limp body. Her arms are dangling and her poor head is bobbling all over the place, but it's enough to make vomit rise in my throat. The nurses start to flag Wilmer down, but it's no use.

"Alaska!" I screamed, jogging after them, trying to breathe but it's so damn hard when you're hyperventilating.

Wilmer gently lays her down and immediately a mask is placed over her face, and they sprint away with my daughter.

"GET BACK HERE!" I yelled, chasing over them, "THATS MY FUCKING DAUGHTER!"

I was almost to the sliding doors when I felt arms wrap securely around my waist, stopping me from moving any further.

"Let me go!" I demanded, kicking and thrusting my body around to get loose.

"Demetria!" Wilmer sternly yelled, making all my movements quit all together. "They're trying to save our baby girl, so let them!"

Trying to save. I'm unable to hold it in anymore. The tears and sobs rack my body like tsunami tides, a hurricane busting right through my heart.

Wilmer held me to him as I cried into his chest, screaming about how unfair this is. Why Alaska? Why us? What did we do?

"Let's get inside so we'll be there when they get news," he said, keeping one arm around me as we walk.

Without his support, I'd be on the ground right now. I'd be withering away, on my knees, unable to find the strength to move. That's the wonderful thing about Wilmer- even at the darkest times he finds a way to be the light.

"I I-" I struggled to say, over my cries.

"Shh, don't speak. Wait until you've calmed down." He said, guiding me over to seats in the waiting room.