the cold water hits me as I fall into the water. at first, I try to fight the water and swim. I look back and think if life is worth living. I give up, I let the water win the fight and I let go. I just sit in the water with no motion, watching my fingers turn blue, waiting to die. I close my eyes and think about him. the thought of his gorgeous blue eyes and his slick black hair makes me dreamy and makes me forget I'm drowning. I decide to stop thinking about him, about everything. attempting to take my last few breaths, a sound which sounded like a splash, shocks me as I open my eyes. It's Derek, he jumped in to save me. he grabs me tight at my hips and swims up with all his might. still carrying me in his arms, he calls for a stretcher for me to lay on. my heart is beating out of my chest and I now notice how serious this is. my eyes roll to the back of my head, though i can still feel his presence. i can tell how worried he is, i should have fought and swam up, not only for myself but for him too. they rolled me into the rather loud hospital on a stretcher. while in my room, Dr Bailey, one of the main doctors at Seattle Grace Hospital told Derek to get out of the room. i had never seen him cry like how he was now before. Seattle Grace Hospital's best doctors enter the room looking quite anxious, as they discuss what to do next. the white machine next to me starts beeping. one of doctors who was looking at the machine says, "doctor her BP is low and her heart is pumping to much blood, she's going to flatline if we don't act quick." the chief of the hospital enters the room and starts to perform CPR. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 15. 20. my chest begins to ache now. one doctor steps forward and tells the chief, "doctor she's gone" but he doesn't give up. another 15 minutes later, the doctor stops performing CPR, takes a deep breath and announces, "time of death 23:17"
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