Bella's POV

TW: Panic attack

"No! Taylor!" I cried. I was full on loosing it. My family was trying to calm me down, while simultaneously freaking out, themselves. 

 The doctor turn on her headset. "Code blue. I repeat, code blue." I didn't know what that meant. I couldn't breathe. I curled up into a little ball, shaking. My sister. She was dying. Technically, thought I didn't know it at the time, she was already dead. Doctors and nurses flooded into the room, with various machines that they were hooking Taylor up to.

 "It's gonna be ok." Grey said, more to himself than me. 

 "I have an idea." I told them. "No, it's stupid." I realized. They were all gonna laugh at me. It would never work. 

 "I'm sure it's amazing!" Ashely said. "What is it?"
 

 "W-what if," I started, "what if we sang to her?"

 "Couldn't hurt!" Barrett said. "There's this song that might help calm us down. It's called Solla Sollew. My sister Cat used to sing it all the time. It's one of her favourite songs." 

 "I know that song!" I exclaimed. "I was in Seussical when I was 8. Actually, Jojo was played by someone named Cat."

 "Really?" Barrett asked. "That was her part!" 

 "Woah." I said. "Anyway, let's start."

"There's a faraway land, so the stories all tell

Somewhere beyond the horizon
If we can find it then all will be well
Troubles there are few, someday we'll go toSolla Sollew, Solla Sollew
Solla Sollew, Solla SollewThey say breezes are warm there
And people are kind
Maybe it's something like heaven
I close my eyes and I see in my mind
Skies of bluest blue
Solla SollewI've had so much trouble finding my way there
When I get close, it disappears
If I can get there, I'm gonna stay there
If it takes us miles
If it takes us yearsHigh on a mountain or lost on the sea
Sooner or later I'll find it
I have a picture of how it will be
On the day I do
Troubles will be through
But I'll be home with youSolla Sollew, Solla Sollew
Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew
Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew
Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew
And I'll be home with you"

 On the last line, Taylor opened her eyes. "She's awake!" I shouted, running over to her bed.

"I heard what you said." She told me. "I wanted to tell you I was ok, but I couldn't. I wasn't. I couldn't move or sleep. Comas are weird." She laughed.

 I hugged her. "I love you, Taylor."

 "I love you, too."

AN: I fixed it. Happy? Consider that a warning.