The first audible wail of the siren from the approaching ambulance was clearly heard through the sobs of my own breath. When I was on the phone to the emergency officer, she advised me to check Blake's heart beat again and I realised that he still had a heartbeat, it was just so faint due to the drugs. I placed him onto his side and cleared his airways in case he vomited as the officer on the phone instructed.

Blake's lips had turned blue and he kept making this gurgling sound like his body was trying to heave up all the lethal drugs poisoning his system. It was a long agonising five-minute wait for the ambulance to arrive but I had the woman on the phone to talk me through everything. Blake would stop breathing for an extended period of time causing my heart to crumble and crack and my sobbing to begin again. Then he would gasp and return to erratic slow breaths.

I was gasping and crying wildly, I had my body curled into his without touching him and held both my hands to his face.

"Please stay with me Blake, please, just hold on," I kept begging him. The tight agony and restriction on my lungs lifted when the ambulance whirled around the corner and pulled up onto the bridge.

The paramedics ran up to us as I waved them over towards Blake.

A woman with natural dark blonde hair pulled tightly back into a tight high ponytail and serous stern facial features dressed in ambulance scrubs reached Blake first.

"What happened?" She demanded of me as she checked quickly over Blake's vitals.

"He," I stuttered and sobbed, struggling to speak. "He took all of these." I gave her the packet of antidepressants and she quickly glanced over the name of the drug.

The other paramedic ran over to us with a stretcher and they both began loading Blake onto the stretcher.

"He has a heartbeat but so faint I could barely hear it, he is breathing but in gasps and he would stop breathing for 30 seconds or so," I explained as they worked.

The woman nodded in acknowledgment of my comment but there were tight concentration lines around her eyes as she worked over Blake. My eyes drifted back to Blake to see his dark hair falling over his closed eyes and a shock of something so horrific and painful shot through my heart like a gunshot when I thought that this might be the last time, I ever saw his face.

I whimpered and my knees collapsed out from under me and I fell to my knees, lifting my hand to my mouth to stop my loud sobs so the paramedics could work.

The paramedics lifted Blake and carried him over to the ambulance. I jumped up and followed behind sprinting up to Blake so I could hold his hand, it was cold and dead. I squeezed it so tightly, as if I could merge our hands together if I held him tight enough. We reached the ambulance and the paramedics opened the door and pushed Blake into the back.

As they pushed him out of my reach his hand slipped out from mine and I knew I had to let him go. But it didn't make it any less painful when slowly his hand fell from mine, I tried to hold on for as long as possible until our finger tips fell out of each other's reach.

I heard the paramedics discussing Blake's condition in the back of my mind past all the pain but it was hard to concentrate on their words.

"There is no heart beat," the woman paramedic spoke.

"Start pumping his stomach. Let's see if we can shock it back," the other paramedic, an older man with a shaved head.

The ambulance doors crashed shut as the ambulance officer shut then with a hurl from inside the cabin. The last thing I saw was Blake's passed out form laying on the ambulance bed as two paramedics worked over him with urgent movements because they knew that Blake was on the brink of death. My legs and mind were frozen immobile in shock as the ambulance sped off towards the hospital and once I was alone, I reacted.

A wail of desperation wracked my body as I wept a heartbroken sob and fell to my knees. I slammed my hand over my mouth in disbelief and agony as the realisation of what just happened hit me.

Blake had attempted suicide. Blake's heart just stopped.

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I drove to the hospital with uncontrollable wails of agony wracking my body. I knew it wasn't safe driving with such blurry vision but I didn't stop, I needed to get to Blake.

When I arrived at the hospital, I called my mum to tell her what had happened and that Blake's family needed to get here as soon as possible.

My mum was horrified but stayed calm and promised she would be at the hospital in a few minutes as well. I ran into the emergency department of the hospital, still struggling to breathe. I fronted the counter and asked how Blake was going in hysterics. An older woman with greying hair tucked into a smart bun calmly told me that Blake was being treated in emergency and there was nothing I could do but wait until they had an update.

I sobbed when she told me this but nodded my head, I knew there was nothing I could do anymore. I walked over to the back of the emergency department in a stunned daze and collapsed onto the floor. I dug my head into my knees and cried silently, my body wracking with violent convulsions and shakes.

"Rose," my mother worried as she entered the emergency department and found me. She fell to the ground beside me and wrapped me in her arms. I curled into her embrace and sobbed into her.

"Rose, I am so sorry you had to go through that," my mother apologised running her hands down my hair comfortingly.

"He might be dead mum," I wept and dug my head into her. "His heart stopped beating."

"It's okay, everything will be okay. You have done everything you could and he is in the best care right now," mum soothed as she hugged me tighter.

I cried and cried as the shock of everything overwhelmed me but I managed to calm down after a while as my mind went numb. About half an hour later Blake's parents arrived running into the hospital in a frenzy. Jessie's Blake's mum was hysterical, her body was shaking violently and her eyes were bloodshot and filled with agony. Blake's father was a tall, beefy man with usually stoic features where usually he never showed any emotion. But that was different now, he was in a similar state to his wife, his features were deeply tortured.

Blake's father had his arm around Jessie and it was clear that he was holding her up. They both rushed over to the front counter to ask about their son. They received a similar response to me, that Blake was in intensive care and they will give us an update as soon as one is available. Jessie cried out in agony and fell into her husband, who needed to carry her over towards a seat which they both collapsed into.

I stayed where I was in the corner as my mother approached them. I curled my head into my knees which were drawn up into my chest and I hugged my hands around my knees, trying to hold myself together. Jessie fell into my mother's embrace and howled in torment.

My mother explained to them exactly what had happened and after a long conversation my mother returned to me. I watched all of this happen numbly, like I wasn't even here anymore, I couldn't feel anything. It was like I was a ghost watching all of this happen from the outside, because my emotions had shut off, my mind couldn't deal with that pain anymore, it would have killed me. My mother returned to me and I rested my head on her shoulder as I watched each time someone walked through the emergency doors waiting to see Blake with my mind and soul empty.

Another two hours passed of anxious waiting until a doctor walked out of the emergency room doors and approached Blake's parents. I jumped up instantly my veins filling with adrenaline as I ran over to the doctor, my mother following close behind me. I noticed Jessie leap out of her chair as well as the doctor neared them, but still clutching her husband's hand to her chest.

"Are you Blake Huxley's family?" The doctor asked. She was a Japanese woman dressed in hospital scrubs and had an impassive expression on her face. I didn't know what that meant, was Blake okay?

"Yes," Blake's father answered promptly.

"I have to inform you that Blake's situation has been very serious and dire. Blake overdosed on his prescribed antidepressants which caused his heart to stop. But because he received prompt and immediate medical attention our paramedics were able to pump his stomach free of the medication and restart his heart. He is now in a stable condition and is going to be fine," the doctor advised professionally but with a soft reassuring smile.

At those words my knees gave out and I collapsed into my mother's arms in relief, I cried in happiness as I inhaled my first real breath since I saw Blake passed out on that bridge. I felt like I could breathe again, like before I was just functioning on stale oxygen. It was like my life has been put back together again and I could continue living again. Jessie had a similar reaction, falling to her knees and embracing her husband who collapsed next to her.

"Thank god, thank god," Blake's father repeated over and over again. After a few moments of us absorbing that lifesaving information the doctor addressed me.

"I believe you were the one who found Blake?" She asked me specifically. I nodded back at her; I still hadn't found my voice. The doctor placed a light reassuring tap on my shoulder.

"I am sorry you had to go through that and if you need any support or experience any distress following this incident please seek the guidance of a psychologist. But I also have to tell you that if Blake wasn't found when he was, he would have died. What you did today saved Blake's life," she recognised in praise. I smiled back up at her because I couldn't stop smiling now that I knew Blake was alive.

"Thank you Rose, you saved my baby, you saved my family," Jessie sobbed as she hugged me so tightly it felt like my lungs were being restricted. When she finally released me there were tear stains in my shirt and Blake's father hugged me as well.

"Mr and Mrs Huxley, do you mind if we speak privately about Blake's recovery options from here? I believe this was his second suicide attempt?" The doctor inquired formally. My breath hitched as her words hit me.

I actually staggered a step backwards at that news, I don't know why it was so shocking as I know Blake had just attempted suicide but why didn't I know about this? And I think I was still reeling and haven't fully taken in the fact that he had attempted suicide tonight as well, let alone he had been depressed and wanting to do this the whole time I knew him.

"Yes, it was, he attempted about three months ago," Blake's father confirmed and they all moved into the doctor's office. Once they had left, I turned to my mother. Three months ago, that was just before he started living with us.

"He has done it before. Did you know?" I demanded, tears shining in my eyes at the hurt that I didn't know this. My mother's eyes shone with pain as she saw my distress and she pulled me into a hug.

"That is why he came to stay with us, he tried before and this was his chance to be in a new environment and get better." I stepped away from her to see her face, my eyes scrunching up from the hurt that she didn't tell me about this.

She saw the betrayal in my eyes and continued explaining. "Blake staying with us had nothing to do with him being a delinquent it was to do with him needing enlightenment. Jessie wanted him to connect with god. I'm sorry, Blake didn't want me to tell you." My annoyance at my mother disappeared but a new hurt appeared in its place, Blake didn't want me to know, even after everything we went through.

"I can't believe he didn't tell me," I muttered wiping a tear that fell from my eyes. When I glanced up at my mother, she was looking at me with a curious look and a sadness in her eyes.

"I didn't know you cared about him so much," she commented. I dropped my gaze to look at the floor as a heartache ran through me.

"He might hate me but I never hated him," I clarified wistfully, my mouth flattening into a sombre line.

My mother tilted my chin up and gave me a soft smile.

"I honestly don't believe that is the case Rose, his eyes never leave you, but only when you aren't looking," she remarked, her lips tilting into a full smile. I smiled back at her and thanked her before deciding I needed some fresh air from not being able to breathe properly for so long.

When I walked through the doors outside a rush of wind hit my face, it had been raining outside. The fresh natural smell of rain hit my senses and the soft cold air of the wind swirled into my puffy eyes making me feel an overwhelming sense of peace. I collapsed into a chair and began crying in happiness, in relief because Blake was going to be okay.

Blake was going to live.

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