Lyra
My heart stopped. No, seriously, I swear it just stopped in my chest, because the second those words left the doctor’s mouth, it felt like the room collapsed in on me. One of them isn’t breathing. One of them. My baby. My pup. Mine and Damon’s. Not breathing. Do you hear me? Not breathing. Oh my God. Oh my Goddess. No no no no no.
I couldn’t breathe either. I was gulping at the air like a fish out of water, like maybe if I dragged enough into my lungs it would magically go into theirs too.
My whole body went ice-cold even though I was still covered in sweat, and I grabbed at Damon, clawing at his arm, his chest, his shirt, anything to make him look at me, to make him say it wasn’t true.
“What does he mean?” I screamed at him.
“Damon, what the f**k does he mean?!” My throat burn
