Her body laid limp in her arms....

Wynter staggered out of the hospital room, searching for the doctor.

"Miss, are you okay?" A nurse stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"My friend- she- I..she's not breathing."

The nurses eyes widened with fear and Wynter felt her heart stop.

She couldn't handle losing someone close to her all over again. Her heart couldn't take it.

The doctor rushed into the still girl's hospital room and checked her pulse. They tried to bring her back to life, jolting her with their equipment.

Nothing worked.

The depressing beep flooded the room, the echo bouncing off the walls.

"Flatline." The nurse whispered to the doctor.

Wynter let out a cry, holding onto the wall of the girl's dreary room for support.

She felt sick, she hadn't felt this sick since her father put his hands on her.

She placed a hand over her mouth, hiccuping, she gagged. When her crying died down, she took slow, deep breaths.

At 8:55 A.M. , that girl was pronounced dead, and why she had died was no secret.

But it was a secret she thought she could keep.

This girl's heart had been fragile from the start, but with her heart in new hands, she was finally willing to open up.

Hope you guys are intrigued!
Thanks for reading!
- Ely

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