A really short poem based on the season 8 finale.
Help
Everyone was on the ground
The officers, the techs and even the receptionist
Walter is first in my line of sight
I rush to him and shake him
He doesn't hear me
No one in this room could
Everyone is on the ground
They all fell down
All of them
That's when it hit me
My heart sank
I realized she was in danger
Calleigh
Fear taking over me, I run to where I know she'll be
I find her and all the thoughts of times I almost lost her flooded back
The familiar pull of heart strings and stabbing feeling haunting me
I waste no time to get to her side
She lay on the ground
Her hair fanned over the cold floor
Her eyes were closed
I shout her name
I shout it over and over
I beg her to take a breath
I want to see her open her eyes
Her body is limp in my arms
I know she was hit like everyone else had been
No one else was responsive
No one else would open their eyes
I feel hope sliding
But I can't lose this woman
It's not an option
I scream for help
I scream again
Someone help!
Someone help them!
Someone help her!