While her eyes did not open, the sound sent adrenaline searing through my veins.
Every hair and nerve stood on end.
It was a high-pitched, keening cry.
The kind of wail that was heard when someone died.
I flashed to her side, and clutched her struggling body to me as tight as I dared.
My hand smoothed tracks down her hair while I whispered condolences and platitudes in her ear.
"It's alright, Bella, it's okay, I'm here now."
I heard her heart rate skyrocket, the back blast shooting boulders into my clenched stomach.
"Am I dreaming?"