Leira's thoughts: no, please no, don't make the poor girl into another orphan, she looked so happy by her Father's side, don't take him away...
...not yet,
...not now....As she runs to the 3rd floor.
.
.
.Now standing on the hallways walking slowly, sadly, weeping and walking in fear towards the door,
pressed the buzzer key with a crying shaky voice speaking on the walkie-talkie: ro...om 201, emer_ _gen_ _cy, ro_o_m 20_1 em_erg_..ency!!!
Pushing the door and immediately looking to the right, she sees the little girl laying next to the comatose patient and to the left the beeping machines and the covered dead patient with the flashing, beeping bracelet...
2 minutes later, three nurses and a doctor ran in dragging a cart with a defibrillator machine,
as Arabelle's Aunt steps off the elevator, looking and wondering where the doctor and nurses were rushing off to in such a hurry...
The noise they made coming into the room woke the little girl,
who was now gently rubbing her eyes as she gets up to sit up on the bed.
Doctor to the nurses (Turn it on now, apply the lube, and hand it to me) as he places the defibrillator on his bare chest...
Arabelle gets down from the bed worried about Mr. Hatter and wondering what they were doing to him...
....she didn't like what she saw as she let out loudly saying: Stop!!!
.. You are hurting him!!
.. what are you doing to Mr. Hatter, walking towards them, Leira quickly swoops the girl off the ground as she takes her outside crying as well as little Arabelle...
The Aunt walks in looking straight at the doctor and Mr. Hatter who kept going up and down on the bed as the doctor applies and takes off the defibrillator off and pressing it back on his chest, the sight was just frightening, tormenting and heartbreaking to watch... Arabelle's aunt immediately fell to the ground on her knees as she sobs in pain from the sight, not sure what to do, say or feel she just looks with lost, sad eyes at poor dead Mr. Hatter...
Mommy tben began to regain consciousness, Leira, outside the room patting my back gently, both of us in tears. I mumbling in pain and sadness: Mr. Hatter...
The time was 11:59am about to turn 12pm in a couple of seconds..
The doctor handing (the defibrillator back to the nurse saying call it time of death)...
Then clock in the room chimed 12pm as it echoed down the quiet halls, accompanied with silence for a few seconds...
The nurse then jots down the time with a pen attached to the (note) pad at hand...
Seconds later as Aunty buries her face in her her hands crying, Mommy's machine and bracelet started flashing and beeping... Aunty startled by the sound, looked up and saw the nurse saying to the doctor while pointing: It's coming from her machine... Aunty immediately gets up staggering as she walks towards Mommy's bed saying: "no, please no" one of the nurses rushes and holds her back, in attempt to take her out of the room, the nurses and doctor quickly ran to Mommy's bed, the doctor saying: Get me the doctor in charge of the patient now...
A nurse quickly ran out of the room leaving behind a panicking newbie nurse and the doctor, as well as the nurse holding back Aunty... The room was in chaos but the sad part of it all at that moment was the covered corpse of Mr. Hatter that laid coldly on the bed in the left side of the room...
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Dear Mr.Hatter
RandomMy name is Arabelle Anayo. I don't know what bond I had formed with dear late Mr. Hatter but I know for certain he made an impact in my life as I did in his... Thank you for reading this with me, which I hope you do... .... .... This all happened to...