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- "Go, go, go!" other men in white clothes pass me. They are running, and enter the room where mom is.

She's going to be okay. I asked God to make her well so we can go home and make chocolate cake. Mommy loves chocolate. I want to see my mother. When she sees me, she'll remember that she has to put me to bed before ten o'clock. I hope she doesn't get mad at me for staying up so late, but it's not my fault. It's the doctors' fault for not getting her better soon.

- "We're losing her" someone shouts, and I don't know who.

- "Not on my watch. Continue with the CPR."

I hear a lot of noises coming from Mommy's room. The doctors are loud, but I know they are taking care of her. Mommy is strong too, and she won't cry when she has to get a shot.

I walk to the room, because I know they left the door open and I will be able to see her.

- "She's not reacting" a girl says.

- "Get the defibrillator ready"

I don't know what a defibrillator is, it's something only doctors understand. They are very