She could hear the sirens but they sounded so distant, as if they were merely a memory. She tried to focus on them, to open her eyes, to wake up from this awful nightmare. Reality hadn't set in that this night hadn't been just a dream, that she really had overdosed on sleep-aids, and she really just might die.
"Kari? Kitten, please wake up.." a voice muffled by sobs pleaded. Kari knew she needed to open her eyes. She felt like everything would be all better If only she'd open her eyes, that everything depended on this small action. She struggled and managed to open them for a moment and looked up into the dark cocoa brown eyes of her love, Micheal.
"You came..." she managed to whisper in a hoarse voice, her lips barely moving. Her eyes stung and she felt tears begin to roll down her face and into her hair.
Micheal quickly kissed her, putting all his love into it as tears flooded his eyes, "Oh thank God, you're okay! I didn't think I'd be there in time...."
She tried to kiss him back but her lips had stopped cooperating once more. She blinked back more tears as she looked into his eyes again before slipping back into unconsciousness. She vaguely recognized the sirens silencing and the ambulance halting after a long while.
. . . . . . . .

The next thing she knew, she was being wheeled down a hall on a gurney. The pain in her stomach was excruciating and she felt like she was going to hurl, which in hindsight was a good thing. Kari gagged, choking on her tongue. Rolling onto her side she vomited, barely missing the person wheeling her down the hallway.
He merely patted her back and said softly, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Someone will clean it up, and any other messes you might make."
She rolled back over and saw Micheal and Montgomery walking alongside her, opposite of the side she'd leaned over to puke. She managed a weak smile and then she was wheeled into a room and placed in the bed. Nurses came in quickly and hooked up IV's. Kari didn't know what was going be put into her bloodstream but at that point she didn't care. She started shaking as they approached with the needles and then began to convulse. It was a side-effect of both the overdose and the fear of needles. She got a wild and panicked look in her eyes as she glanced at Micheal, pleading with her eyes to save her.
He shook his head and pinned her down, "I know you're afraid, I know... But the nurses are only helping you. I know you're scared of needles but this is going to help you get better." That only made Kari jerk and struggle more, fearing the needles more than the fear of losing her life.
Montgomery calmly walked over, "Pin her legs. I've got her arms." His arms felt as if they were steel, his hands steel around her forearms. His eyes locked with hers and she felt hypnotized by the cold look in his eyes, unable to move aside form the convulsions she couldn't control. "I can't believe you actually did this..." his voice unnaturally cold.
"Don't be so hard on her. She needs love and care right now, not you telling her how awful she is and saying how bad what she did is, because she has had every right to feel the way she has. It's not like you've done anything about your problem with making her feel awful and despised every time you get around her." Micheal said as he tried to hold her body down better.
Finally, the IV's were in and the convulsions had subsided for the moment. Kari had begun to cry again, wanting to speak but unable to get her mind and her mouth to cooperate enough to say anything. Micheal let go of her legs and sat next to her on the bed to wipe away her tears. "Please don't cry, Kitten... You'll be okay, I promise." He stroked her hair until she fell asleep, unable to keep her eyes open anymore.