Beep.
Beep-beep.
Beep-beep-beep.
The room is upside-down. I can’t tell right from left. Every word leaving my lips is one I don’t know that I’m saying.
“Bonnie…”
I’m kicking. I’m shouting. I can’t see straight.
Why does she have to leave me?
Why now?
It isn’t fair.
I needed her.
I need her.
“Bonnie, I’m sorry.”
The machine lets out a high-pitched noise that freezes my entire world.
I jerk my head toward my mother, only to watch her slump against the pillows, arm limp at her side, mouth agape.
“Livi—”
My dad’s arms drop from around me. He bolts to the bed.
“Someone get a crash cart!”
Bodies enter the room. Nurses shove me back. I hit the wall.
Someone is screaming.
My throat feels raw. Everything blurs.
I can’t see the faces. I can hardly hear their words.
Her lips are so pink.
Her eyes are closed.
That screaming…
“—get her out of here—charge to two-hundred—”
“Bonnie, step out—”
My dad’s arms are wrapped around mine. He’s hugging me tight, pulling me away from the bed—
There’s the scream again.
The scream… It burns my ears. I can’t feel my throat.
Is that… is thatme?
