Mom, Dad, Camden, and our dog arrive back home about fifteen minutes later. I explain everything that happened. We all get in our mini-van, and drive to the hospital.
When we finally get there, we find Braden in the waiting room. "They are doing an emergency surgery on her." He says. We nod and sit beside him.
Time is as slow as turtle. Every minute feels like five. Eventually, about two hours later, a tall doctor dressed in pale green scrubs and a matching mask pulled around her neck, walks into the waiting room. We are the only ones in there at this hour, 1:36 in the morning, so she must be here for us.
"You may each see her one at a time. Say your goodbyes." Her voice cracks, and she wipes a few tears from her face. She quickly exits the room.
"Lindsey, you may go first." My dad says. I refuse. I want to go last. My crying mother enters the room. Five minutes later, she comes back, she is crying even harder. My dad goes next. He comes back the same way that my mom did. Braden, Camden, Kelsey, and Megan go. All of them come back crying, even Megan.
Now it's my turn. I slowly walk into her room. My heart beats hard against my chest. I can't breath. My head is spinning. I keep walking. My sweaty hands push open her door and I gasp.
My Grandma lays flat on her back. Tubes come out of her chest, arms, and her nose. Her breathing is steady, but is obviously from a machine.
"Hi." I whisper.
"Lindsey," She grunts without opening her eyes. "You saved my life."
"No I didn't! You are still going to d-" I snap. "I am sorry," I apologize. "Today's been rough."
"No need to worry. I will be with Grandpa now, but if it weren't for you, we wouldn't even get to say goodbye." Her wrinkly hand reaches for mine. "You are the prettiest, nicest, -" Her voice trails off.
"Grandma?" Her hand grows cold. Her eyes become glassy, staring at nothing. I close her eyelids and scream. I curl up into a ball by her bedside. Tears stream out. I let them, because it feels good.
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