Chapter 5

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Everything went blurry and I felt like I was about to faint as one of the paramedics shouted "she's crashing, she can't breathe" I felt like my whole world was coming to an end they worked on her for a few seconds and then another one shouted "we are going to intubate" I looked over to see them pushing a tube down her throat and then pumping a balloon pumping air into her lungs

They raced her down to the ambulance and finally they let me be by her I jumped into the ambulance and grabbed her hand I cried all the way to the hospital and when we got there they pulled her away again and told me to wait in the waiting room. My head was in my hands as I heard a familiar voice say my my name, I looked up to see Zoe stood in the door way. I ran up to her and squeezed her tight and cried into her shoulder

Z: how is she
J: I'm not sure she started to throw up in the way to the ambulance then choked so they had to put a tube down her throat to breathe for her
Z: are you joking the poor thing how are you coping
J: not well I just want to take all her pain away but I can't
Z: I know joe it's the worse feeling in the world when the love of your life is in pain, but all you can do at the moment is wait and hope for the best

Zoe's PoV

I raced down to London as fast as possible when I found out about Dianne, when I got to the hospital I walked into the waiting room to see my little brother sat with his head in his hands absolutely crushed I quietly said his name and when he realised I was there he instantly ran over and squeezed me tight he wasn't him self he was still really raw to everything, with what he has told me he watched his girlfriend nearly die in front of him then get pulled away for him not to see her why wouldn't he be devastated 

We sat in that small waiting room on edge expecting the worst for hours on end until finally we heard "family and friends of miss buswell"  joe immediately jumped up and we followed the doctor into a small room with 3 chairs in it we sat down waiting for what he was about to tell us

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