"Shh. Shh. Sh. I think she's waking up." It sounded like Mrs. Gregory, Danny's mom.

"Abby honey? It's Ms. Nancy darling, can you here me?" I guess they were both here, wherever here is.

I opened my eyes and once they adjusted everyone visibly sighed. I looked around, was I in the hospital?
I opened my mouth to speak but there was something blocking my passageway.

"Maya, get the doctor." Ms. Nancy looked back at me as Mrs. Gregory quickly left the room.

"Honey it's okay, don't try to talk, it's just a breathing tube."

I nodded and looked around the room, panic setting in even though it was just the two of us. Then the door opened and Mrs. Gregory and a doctor who I had never seen before came in. Where was my doctor?!

I started shaking and the doctor put his hands up in front of his face, "It's alright Abby, my name is Dr. Callagher, Dr. Chevinski is on vacation and he personally asked me to come and take care of you." I nodded and he put his hands down.
"Okay let's get this breathing tube out, close your eyes and take a deep breath alright?" I did as I was told and he gently pulled the tube out. "Your throat will be sore for a couple hours but it should pass, okay? So I'm going to take your vitals and then come back in a little while to do a re-check to see if you can go home yet."

He took my temperature, looked in my eyes and ears and throat, he checked my IV, and pricked my finger.

Once he was satisfied he turned on his heel and left, Ms. Nancy lit up as if she had an idea and shot out the door after him. They talked for a minute outside before Ms. Nancy came back in.

"Hey baby, Dr. Callagher said it's fine if Brittany and Danny come in, do you want them to?" I vigorously shook my head up and down and Ms. Nancy turned and left the room again.

"They've been here all yesterday and last night, they both refused to leave until they at least got to see you." Mrs. Gregory smiled and sat down in one of the empty chairs and looked out the window.

About five minutes later the door flung open and Brittany and Danny came running in. Brittany jumped on top of me and I let out a gasp, but then hugged her back. My claustrophobia didn't count when it came to Brittany and Danny.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again or I promise you I will kick your butt and kill you in your sleep!"

"What?" She looked at me in shock and then all the color drained from her face as she looked back at her mom. All the color had drained from her face also but she was glaring at Brittany.

"What?" I asked again, my voice was raspy and then it hit me, everything hit me at once.

I had a panic attack.

One of the worst since... since, since it happened.

Because, because...

Oh no.

I started hyperventilating as the room seemed like it was closing it. And then I felt someone grab my hand.

"Just breathe okay?" I looked over at Danny and nodded. The doctor came in a minute later and put something into the IV.

"That was some Xanax. I'm sorry we didn't get to talk earlier, but I wanted to let you settle in. Now is it alright if I ask you some questions?"

I felt my body relaxing as the medicine started working. I nodded and Dr. Callagher asked Ms. Nancy and Mrs. Gregory to step out of the room. Danny and Brittany came to the other side of the bed and stood close.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He was looking at me expectantly, but Danny and Brittany looked worried. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.

I took a long deep breath and closed my eyes, wow this Xanax really works fast. "My Aunt May died, and I had a panic attack."

Dr. Callagher looked a little shocked then composed himself and nodded.

"You went into shock Abby. You've been in the hospital all yesterday and last night."

"When can I leave?"

This time the shock didn't leave his face as he answered, wow the panic attack must've been really bad. "Well all your vitals came back okay. Until we see some improvement though were going to prescribe you Xanax for the anxiety. Twice a day. So once Mrs. Sweeney signs the papers you're free to go, but we do recommend a follow-up before you uh- set to traveling."

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The funeral passed by in a blur, but it was nice from what I actually comprehended of it. When I arrived with Brittany and Danny's families there were already people there with sad faces and swollen eyes- mostly people from the church Aunt May and I attended and some of my "friends" from school. I did talk to people at school other than Brittany and Danny of course, but we weren't that close.

I greeted people with what I hoped was a passive face then took my seat in the front with Brittany and Danny who never left my side, literally. Brittany never let go of my right hand and Danny never released my left. We sat in silence as the priest spoke, Ms. Nancy went up and said a few words, as did Mrs. Gregory. Some of Aunt May's friends shared stories and some people even laughed at them but I stayed staring emotionlessly ahead of me.

I didn't even necessarily cry. Several times a few tears escaped and rolled down my face but I never broke down like others. I almost felt bad, but it was either try to keep my composure or completely break down, and I don't think I would've been able to come back this time.

Danny didn't cry, he would watch the person who was speaking and looked over at Brittany, who seemed like she had a continuous stream of tears pouring down her face, and I. I was thankful that he also kept his composure because I didn't feel too bad. Though I never really had seen Danny cry, even at the last funeral we had attended together where I didn't even care about my sanity or composure.

Throughout the service we sang a couple of hyms, I would stand with everyone else, but I didn't open my mouth.

When this happened, Danny and Brittany both looked over at me with frowns. Then they would look at each other, then back at me. They did this a couple of times until Brittany would work up the courage and open her mouth to say something, but Danny would shake his head at her and they would continue singing.

After the service we got into the car at the front of the procession. We rode in silence all the way to the cemetery and I watched in silence as they lowered the casket into the grave. As they were covering the hole back up with dirt Ms. Nancy and Mr. And Mrs. Gregory went back to the car but told us to take as long as we needed.

After a couple more minutes when the hole was almost filled Brittany gave me a hug and said, "We'll see you in the car." She walked away and Danny squeezed my hand and offered me a small smile before following her.

As soon as their footsteps faded it started raining.

Perfect timing.

I stood there by myself for about fifteen more minutes before the last bit of dirt was over top of Aunt May's grave.

Once the workers were gone I stood alone in the rain staring at the ground where my Aunt May was now buried. The gravestone read,

Maybell Annalise Taylor
April 19th, 1981- May 31st, 2015
Beloved Daughter,
Sister,
Friend,
and Aunt
May God Bless

I slowly walked up to the gravestone and ran my fingers over the words, they lingered on the words Sister and Aunt. I bent down and placed a single lily and rose, Aunt May's favorite flowers, in front of the gravestone and a single tear ran down my face as I spoke the words I never wanted to say,

"Goodbye Aunt May, I love you."

I found that this was a very emotional chapter to write, I have never personally been through this but I know many people that have so I hope I portrayed it well.

I'd just like to say that I did some research but not extensively so if I messed up on something considering medicine or science, I apologize, but it's just a book.

Positive criticism is much appreciated. 

Thanks :)