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Vanessa was currently curled up into a ball of grief, pressing her head against the side of Allison's, weeping silently. Johnathan crouched over her, his hand on her hip. His own face wracked with grief. He reached over and placed his big hand over Allison’s eyes and forehead, lowering his head silently.
His lips began moving, chanting something rhythmic in his language.
Olivia worked tirelessly over the little girl’s body as she screamed her name repeatedly.
Colin turned silently, walking to the gate and letting the emergency crew in. He watched them race past him, as if they moved in slow motion. He turned back, seeing them rip Olivia off Allison. She was screaming and crying gut wrenching sobs, still on her knees, struggling to stand up as the crew worked over Allison.
They strapped the little girl onto the stretcher. A crew member took over performing CPR on Allison’s body as they hurried her away through the gate back the way they came. Johnathan was currently cradling Vanessa’s half limp body in her arms, picking her up off the ground. She had passed out from shock. Olivia, who had made it to her feet, ran past him, following Allison’s body into the back of the ambulance.
Johnathan appeared next to him and got in his face, making him turn his eyes to his.
“Bro, we gotta go to the hospital. I need you to snap out of it. They need us,” Johnathan said to Colin, his voice sounding hollow to his ears.
Nodding numbly, he jogged back into the house, grabbing his keys, a pair of shoes for Olivia, and his wallet and met Johnathan outside in his SUV. Sliding behind the wheel and pulling out behind the ambulance, seeing Olivia’s red hair peek through the back of the ambulance window. His heart constricted painfully, and a choked sob wrenched from his throat.
He felt Johnathan’s warm hand settle on his shoulder from behind. He crawled into the backseat with Vanessa, and she was slowly coming to, whispering “Oh my God. She's gone,” over and over.
Yeah, he thought sorrowfully. Too bad he didn’t invite himself to the party. Maybe Allison would have been saved. What God let a little girl die on Thanksgiving?
Her time had been shorter than they all thought.
