It seemed as though time had raced around unspecifically and just stopped. However it was, it happened too quickly. Sara found herself in a cold metal room, being escorted by an oldish woman to a drawer. When the woman turned, Sara noted her nametag said 'Gayle'. Sara took a deep breath. She didn't know why. Gayle opened the door, and pulled out the slab. There was a body underneath the white sheet. Inside, Sara was surprised and sad. Outside, she felt slow and heavy. Gayle looked at Sara, mouthed something incoherent, and Sara nodded violently. She was starting to cry, like her soul knew what was happening, but her mind was completely oblivious. Gayle gently removed the sheet. Rachel was dead. Sara's heart fell and started beating hard somewhere in her stomach. She broke down to a whole new level of panic.
The poor little thing, she's just gone. She didn't even have a chance. And now she's gone and there's nothing you can do because it was all your fault.
Sara's soul was chattering away accusingly. Her logic was telling it to shut it. Her tears blinded her, and she tried to navigate her way out of the hospital, but found herself in someone's arms. She didn't care who it was. She hugged them back.