The sound of the automatic door opening in front of me fills me with dread. My shoes squeak as I trudge through the door with what feels like the weight of the world upon my shoulders. I have a sickening feeling inside the pit of my stomach when I realise that this could turn out to be the single most worse day of my short life. The nauseating yet slightly comforting smell of cleaning products and antibacterial wipes fill my nostrils as I rush down the narrow hallway. Bright lights burn my eyes as I struggle to keep myself from falling to the ground, but I keep on moving. I had to, her life depended on me. I look down and see the beautiful girl that I held in my arms. Blood covering her like a blanket, her once blonde locks now stained scarlet. Her innocent rosy cheeks now a fierce red and her mesmerising green eyes glued shut. Thoughts were spiralling around my head, I was convincing myself that she was going to be okay. I fear the worst as she now lays lifeless in my tired arms. My gorgeous girl, broken and beaten, I can not lose her.

I turn a sharp corner, dodging hospital gurney after hospital gurney, aching to find someone who can help. If she dies today, I will then forever be a broken part unable to work properly ever again. In what seems like a second, white coats are swarming around me like bees to honey. And there she was. My 17 year old soulmate being whisked away, helpless and bloody. The white coats kept urging me to stay calm but my frantic brain couldn't comprehend why I couldn't be with her every step of the way. I tripped into an overwhelming sea of emotions that pounded its way through the defensive walls I had put up. With her gone, I have nothing. Black. All I could see was black. I didn't want to see at all if I couldn't see her. The white coats kept on babbling at me, telling me to remain collected but there was no way that I could focus.

The striking events of what happened earlier that day felt like a dagger to the heart as I recounted them in my head. Sitting on the uncomfortable wooden chair, surrounded by more chairs, more people, more worried souls. The atmosphere felt dim and dull, like no one in the world could be happy here. I looked around to see men, women, children all sat silently. My bitten fingernails tapped an anxious rhythm on the cold arm rest. All that filled my ears were the machines that came alive with static and the dull chatter amongst nurses.

It felt like an eternity passed by before a white coat came and sat next to me. He was silent for a while, which made me apprehensive. I knew then that it wasn't good news. My Richelle was gone. I peered up at his face, assuming the obvious worse, but he just smiled. It was a faint and quick smile, one that you would have missed if you had blinked, but it was a smile. A hurricane was forming in my stomach as I awaited the news. It felt like I was writhing in anticipation.

"It's bad right now, but she is going to be fine" he spoke in a cool manner.

A gush of air escaped my mouth as I sighed in huge relief. My vision went blurry with tears that threatened to spill down my flushed cheeks. Grinning from ear to ear I placed my head in my hands and thanked God. Thanked him for not taking away my Richelle, the woman who completes me, the woman who makes me Noah.