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My entire world had gone fuzzy, muted, and blurry. I could feel movement and someone's arms around me. A distressed voice. A car door. Brakes. Then urgent voices surrounding me and blotting out any conscious, sensible thoughts I'd formed.

The floor swayed around me. I kept replaying the last moment I could remember in my mind.

He was there. I'd felt him lean over me, shaking me. I had a brief moment of strength, deciding to say something I'd be happy with leaving as my last words to him. I forgave him. There. He wouldn't need to feel any more guilt.

But now where was I going? Things pinched and pulled at my arms and I wanted desperately to pull myself from the cold grips and just collapse. Just to curl up in warmth and comfort...

I nearly woke up, realizing I was envisioning myself wrapped in Dan's arms. I really cared about him... It was then I gave in. I didn't want to deny my feelings when I felt this close to the edge.

I floated in and out of consciousness for a while. Once, I thought I heard police siren, but that would've been ridiculous. Why would there be police sirens in a hospital?

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