Four: Emma

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I came in carrying Emma, Zach and Shelly mid-kiss, wrapping each other's hands/arms around each other. Shelly, in what looked like a bikini with a skirt on, looked shocked. Zach had taken off his button up shirt, with only his white under shirt. His glasses askew, he pushed them up, saying, "What's wrong?!"

"Emma. Fainted. Call. 9-1-1. Now," I panted.

Emma looked pale. I had no idea what happened. I carried he to my bed, and laid her down. I sat beside her.

Zach was on the phone with 9-1-1, and Shelly left about a minute later, being her mother'd come to pick her up.

I stroked Emma's hair, sighing, blinking back tears. She looked so peaceful, but I just feared:

Was she dead?

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