Jay's POVMy breath hitched seeing her lifeless. I panicked. My mind felt blank. I held her shoulders shaking her vigorously, in the hope to wake her up. My mind had now started playing games with me. Instead of Amy, I could see Grandma on her deathbed. My surroundings changed and instead of the bedroom, I was in the same hospital where my grandma took her last breath, where my 15-year-old self begged the doctors to bring her back to life. I remember how much I had begged to God and cried for her. As if my past came back alive.