Tandy watched as Daphne and Maddie ran ahead of her, eager to return to their mother's side. She laughed at how adorable they were as they raced down the hallway, both of them eager to be the first one in the room. But her laughter disappeared, when she saw them stop suddenly, right before, the entrance to the room. As Tandy rushed up, she noticed Deacon staring through the window into Rayna's room. She looked over his shoulder, and saw Rayna surrounded by doctors and nurses doing many tasks—putting in a breathing tube; adding medicine to her IV; and most importantly, attempting to restart her heart. Tandy glanced at Daphne and Maddie, and saw that they were both frozen as they stood looking into the room. She knew that they should not be witnessing this traumatizing scene, but Tandy wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to stay and make sure Rayna was okay, and she didn't think that she would be able to get the girls to leave when their mother's heart wasn't beating. Instead she just walked up and stood in between them, putting her arms around their shoulders and holding them close.

Another doctor walked into the room, and left the door open, which meant that now all of the observers could hear what was going on.

"Push one of epi!" A doctor yelled. Tandy knew from when her father had been crashing like this that epi, short for epinephrine, was supposed to help start the heart.

"Charge to two hundred. And clear!" Everyone stepped back as one of the doctors held paddles to Rayna's chest. Tandy anxiously watched the heart monitor, but Rayna's heartbeat didn't return.

"Push another epi and charge to two-fifty!" Again, they tried to start Rayna's heart, but nothing happened. Daphne began sobbing as she buried her face in her aunt's side and Tandy noticed that silent tears were streaming down Maddie's face.

"Charge to three-fifty!" Tandy watched as the monitor showed a low heartbeat that slowly quickened until it was steady. She breathed a sigh of relief, and squatted down to talk to the girls.

"It's going to be okay. Her heart's beating now, and we're going to go in and see her. Don't worry." The three of them entered the room, passing Deacon who was still staring at Rayna.

Deacon couldn't stop looking through the window. He sad Tandy, Maddie, and Daphne go to sit by Rayna, and knew that he should go in too. But he remained in his place, staring at her. He was in shock, still trying to wrap his brain around what had happened. Because Rayna had basically been dead. Her heart had stopped beating. She was dead, and then suddenly she was alive again. Deacon knew that cardiac arrest happened to lots of people—that it had even happened to Lamar—but he couldn't believe that it had happened to someone that he loved. He saw Rayna's daughters crying and holding on to her arms, and still he stood there, just watching. He saw Tandy's mouth moving as she tried to comfort the distraught girls, but the door was once again closed and he couldn't hear what she was saying. Deacon wished that he had someone there to comfort him. Rayna had always been so good at that. If he was upset, she helped him feel better; if he was angry, she calmed him down. Well, that was only if he was sober. Deacon was a mean drunk. Before he went to rehab for the fifth time, he completely wrecked Rayna's apartment multiple times, until she decided that enough was enough. Now Deacon wished that he wasn't sober, because being drunk helped him numb his feelings, even the ones for Rayna. She had learned that the hard way, and he felt guilty for that. Deacon felt guilty for a lot of things, lately. He felt guilty that he had been horrible enough to force Rayna to make a decision that involved keeping his daughter from him, he felt guilty that he had gotten so angry at her when the truth was revealed, and he felt guilty that he had caused a car accident that put her life on the line. Deacon decided that one thing that he would not feel guilty about was not being by her side every step of her recovery, so he entered the hospital room.

Later that day, Deacon had begun feeling too tired to stand, so he had retired to a cot in Rayna's room. The second his head hit the pillow he was asleep.

Deacon's face was pressed against the glass. He watched as Rayna's body twitched when the electricity from the paddles entered it. He saw the doctors try over and over again to save the woman whom he loved more than anything in the world. But she was too far-gone. One doctor sighed, place the paddles aside, and said "Time of death, twelve fifty-six.

"No!" Deacon screamed. He watched as they took out all of her tubes and left her in her bed. He ran in and grabbed her, sobbing. "Ray! Rayna, please come back to me! Please!" But it was no use. Rayna was dead. The people from the morgue came, and zipped her up in a black bag. Rayna's entire family was crying and hugging, but Deacon sat alone, sobbing to himself. He didn't want anyone if he couldn't have Rayna. There would be no other person for him, because she was the one, she was his soul mate. He had loved her so much and now she was gone.

"Uncle Deacon?" Deacon heard a voice say. "Uncle Deacon please wake up."

He opened his eyes to see Scarlett staring worriedly at him.

"You were tossing and turning so much," she said. "Are you okay?"

Deacon nodded. His entire body was covered in sweat. He got out of the cot and stumbled tiredly over to Rayna, to make sure that she was still in her bed. She was there, and her heart monitor showed a steady heartbeat.

"It was just a dream," he whispered to himself. "Just a bad dream." But Deacon knew that his dream could of easily been reality, and that thought terrified him.

I hope you liked it! Please review! Also I'm going to the beach this weekend so I might not have time to post anything, but I'll try to at least get a short chapter. And I'm on summer break now so there will definitely be chapters next week!