The Nicotine to My Beating Heart.
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Aug. 1, 2016.
3:32 AM.
April Williams was found unconscious barely breathing at approximately 3:32 AM
EMT'S we're on the scene at 3:25 after receiving a call From Miss Williams.
April swallowed two bottles of prescription sleeping pills and was unconscious and barely alive when we found her. We administered CPR until we made it to the hospital and we pumped her stomach and sent her into The OR for Emergency surgery.
Age: 17
BT: OP
HR: 40/50 bpm
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"Your going to your fathers and that's final.." I shook my head even though it made the headache worse. "No mom you can't just erase me from your life!" Tears welled up in her eyes. "Your not being fair I don't have a choice.." I looked down at the IV in my arm. "Mom I'm sorry please, please don't send me away...." she rubbed circles in my palm. "I have to I'm sorry..." tears pricked at my eyes and I looked away embarrassed. "When do I leave?" She pulled her hands away and rubbed her hands together. "As soon as you get released and get packed up.." I pinched my eyes closed so no tears would escape. "Fine.." I said my voice hoarse. "I want to be alone..." I heard her foot steps fading away and I heard the door close. I laid back down and closed my eyes and pretended like I didn't have to open them again.
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