"Hey! Where could she be.. wait.. please don't tell me." Diana ran through the house, checking each room with growing panic. The kitchen, living room, bathroom, even outside - nothing. Her heart pounding, she pushed open the bedroom door. There she was, lying on the ground with pills scattered around her. "Oh god no!" Diana dropped to her knees, gathering her partner in her arms as she fumbled for her phone. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! You told me you wouldn't do this!"

Her hands shaking, she dialed emergency services. "Yes! My girlfriend overdosed! She's unconscious!" The dispatcher's calm voice tried to steady her. "Let's do this step by step. Can you feel her pulse?" Diana pressed two fingers to her neck. "Yes! It's very weak though... She took antidepressants." She looked down at the pale face in her lap, tears streaming down her cheeks.

By the time sirens wailed outside, Diana had already lost track of how long she'd been sitting there, whispering desperate pleas. The paramedics rushed in, their movements practiced and efficient as they lifted her girlfriend onto a stretcher. At the hospital, Diana sat alone in the waiting room, replaying every warning sign she might have missed. When a doctor finally approached, she braced herself for the worst.