I barely remembered how we got to the hospital; everything was a blur when she passed out. But I remembered her still holding onto my hand, and me squeezing hers and feeling her pulse slow. I remembered how her slow heartbeat was all I could hear and how it echoed in my head.

I remembered how it felt like I was losing a part of me, like it was slipping through my fingers, and there was nothing I could do about it. I remembered how it took five men to hold me back when they said I couldn’t follow her to the ER. I remembered the helplessness I felt. I...