Gina.
The lump in my throat is impossible to get around, it burns me, hurts me and makes me feel alienated, lost... and unbearably sore.
Am I in a f*****g nightmare?
I hope so, but I'm not going to sit around while the damn ambulance shows up, I need to act and I need to act now.
I don't want to lose Peter for anything in the world, he's my whole world and no, it's completely unfair for him to die now, let alone to save my life.
No and a thousand times NO.
Determined, I get up from where I'm kneeling and look around, weighing the possibilities of getting to a vehicle or maybe doing one of those heart-pounding maneuvers again, I don't know.
I just want Peter back, no matter what.
You're not going to die, I won't let you," I whisper to myself, beginning to press on his chest
