Genevieve only pulls me about ten feet from my house. She can't contain her emotions. She looks anxious and excited at the same time...

"What's up?" I ask looking her up and down.

"I should tell your whole family this but none of you are going to believe me!" Genevieve exclaims.

I stare at her, wondering how she's recovered from the tragedy so quickly and almost envying her.

"Gen, what on ear-?"

"Ok I swear this is the truth ok so yesterdayIwenttothehospitaltoseetheotherkidsandI-" she rambles at five-hundred miles an hour.

I hold up my hand.

"Take a deep breath, compose yourself slow down," I say giving her a pat on the shoulder.

"I can't understand a word you're saying," I tease, throwing in a smile for good measure.

She takes a gulp of air as if she'd been drowning and just got the chance for oxygen at the surface.

"Lacy. Still. Has. A chance," she gasps.

I furrow my eyebrows and before looking down at the ground and rubbing my temples.

"That's not possible, Gen. We saw her.... leave us. You were there too. You know what happened," I counter, not believing this news for a second, as much as I'd like to.

"Yeah but Bridget, the doctors brought her back, like, two minutes after we all left!" she pushes, her desperation for me to believe her clear in her voice.

"Gen, I swear if this is some kind of sick joke-" I accuse, only because it seems like something out of a dream.

"You think I'd joke about something like this? Especially right to your face?" she questions, looking hurt and giving me a bit of a guilt trip.

I avoid eye contact with her, barely able to even comprehend what she's trying to tell me.

"I'm dead serious," she insists with such conviction that it feels as if her words force my head to lower and my eyes to align with hers.

She returns my gaze, looking me straight in the eye and begins to tell me what she found out.

"We left like, what? A minute after she flat-lined? Apparently once the doctors saw us leave, they went to check on her. Finding her heart monitor flat they panicked, of course, but they're good under pressure. They revived her Bridget! Somehow they got her heart beating again! They still didn't except her to live trough that night but she's beating the odds! And what's more a donor came up! Someone's willing to donate their kidney to her!"

Her story suddenly doesn't sound too impossible.... Hard to believe? Yes. But impossible....? No.

My family and I had run off without the doctors ever officially telling us she was gone for good! My heart speeds up at the thought that we assumed something so tragic as this! I mean, her heart stopped... I thought that was it.

I guess I knew that their was a chance to get someone's heart started after it stopped- stories like that had been in the news plenty of times. But I never saw it happening to us!

I start breathing heavily, not sure how to answer that. I finally settle on demanding,

"What are they waiting for??? Do the transplant!!!"

Genevieve puts her hands on my shoulders.

"The doctors need your parents permission- for obvious reasons- but they haven't been able to reach you guys. I need you to go tell your parents to call the hospital. That we were too soon in assuming Lacy was gone and her only chance is this transplant. She's holding on, the little fighter, but we've gotta act fast. Go!"

With the word "Go!" she twists me around and pushes me back towards my house. I follow through with the momentum of the push and sprint back home. I give Gen a quick backwards glance as I run, only to see her already flying in the other direction.

Thoughts are racing as my feet hit the sidewalk. It all makes too much sense.

We had left really soon after she'd flat-lined... We didn't want to want to sit there and see our little girl so still... It hurt! ... We hadn't even talked to the doctors... They probably didn't even realize that we thought we'd lost her... And now my mom and dad's phones are ringing off the hook but they probably didn't want to pick up for fear they'd just hear what they thought was the ugly truth repeated.

I feel like I'm in some sort of dream and yet, at the same time, the adrenaline rush I'm getting is making me feel more awake then ever. I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life, even though I didn't have far to go at all.

"MOM!!!" I shriek, feeling as though I nearly bust the door off its hinges.

All my siblings, (other than Lacy of course) are downstairs now and all their heads turn and stare at me like deer caught in the headlights. I ignore them and run upstairs towards my parents' room.

I hear my dad's solemn voice and my mother's soft sniffles as I reach the top stairs.

"-have to start thinking about the funeral-"

"Mom you need to call the hospital right now!!!!" I cry, busting through their closed door.

Mom and Dad look at me like I just escaped from a mental asylum.

"Guys, they revived her there's a donor, she might have a chance!" I say, trying to sum up everything as fast as possible.

Mom just keeps looking at me like I need mental help but Dad immediately reaches for his cell phone and dials the hospital.

"Hello? Yes, yes I heard about the whole thing! Don't wait! If there's a chance to save her, do it!" Dad urges, sounding flustered with the fact that the law requires them to wait, as if he might not do whatever it took for the chance his daughter could live to see her eighth birthday.

The three of us stand there awkwardly after Dad hangs up. Mom still looks as confused as if a UFO had landed smack in the middle of her room.

I'm afraid to think about what I'll feel if this transplant doesn't work... The emotional roller coaster has been enough already...

I shake my head to try and stop the worst case scenarios from sneaking into my brain. To my dismay, it doesn't work well.

I suddenly sense someone standing behind me. I turn my head to see Megan and Michelle.

"What in the name of Abraham Lincoln is going on?" Michelle demands.

I turn back around to look at my parents and plaster an awkward smile on my face.

"Family meeting?" I suggest.

Mom won't stop staring and it's starting to freak me out.

Dad shakes his head looking dazed.

"How did you know about all this?" he asks me.

I smile a little, but don't answer. I except my dad to prompt me some more, but he doesn't.

"Bridget....?" Megan says from behind me.

I twirl around on my heels to face the twins. Their faces are scrunched up in utter confusion.

"It's good news," I reassure them, before taking Megan's hand to pull her back downstairs. Michelle follows the two of us.

"Come on, I'll tell you all at once."

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Though my discussion with Genevieve was rushed, I try to explain what she told me to my family in as clear s way as possible. I get more stares. Michelle won't believe me until Dad comes down the stairs with Mom and confirms everything, informing her that he just got off the phone with the doctor.

We all just sit there and glance around at each other, twiddling our thumbs nervously.

It's Liam who gets his head on straight first and suggests,

"Can we all go to the hospital and wait to see if Lacy's all better?"

So without another word, we all sprint to the car. I swear I can hear each individual heart pounding against the chest that holds it.

I make a mental note to thank the donor, whoever it is- Whether or not the kidney saves our Lacy.