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Sarah knelt down next to Sasha and pushed her shoulder a few times, calling out her name to check if she was still conscious or not. There was no reaction from Sasha. Her hand started shaking in fear, and her heart beating faster. She could not tell if Sasha was breathing or not. Was Sasha alive, or something terrible had happened?

Panic rose up in Sarah. She leaned over her sister's body, and placed her shaky hand on her chest. Sarah felt a slight rise and fall of Sasha's breathing and a wave of relief washed over her. She knew she had to do something quickly in order to prevent things to get worse.

Sarah called out for their parents, her voice showed an urgency. "Sasha passed out!" She yelled, "We have to take her to the hospital. I don't know what happened to her, but we can not wait any longer."

As their parents rushed into Sasha's room, their father quickly sprang into action by scooping up Sasha off the ground into his arm. Her limp body heavy in his arms. Samantha, too, rushed to check what had happened. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock, her brows furrowed and eyes wide with worry.

"Hurry, Sarah! Open the gate so we can get into the hospital!" He yelled, his voice filled with panic and fear.

Sarah dashed to the main gate. Her hand was shaking with fear as she tried to open the gate. Every second felt like eternity as the panic overwhelmed all of them.

Once Sasha was safely settled in the car, Sarah quickly grabbed her bag and got in the car with their parents. Samantha stood in the doorway, watching them drove away with a heavy heart. Worry was etched all over her face as she was hoping nothing serious happened to Sasha. The sound of engine drowned out the silence of the neighborhood, and the scent of gasoline filled the atmosphere.

The drive to the hospital was fortunately smooth as there was no traffic jam, but the ride was tense and silent, broken only by the occasional sound of Sasha's labored breathing.

As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Sarah leaped out of the car and sprinted to the reception desk. She urgently informed the attendant that they were there for an emergency, as someone had passed out. The attendant quickly alerted the nurses, who sprang into action to assist them.

Sasha was admitted into the emergency room, and all of them was told to wait outside. The stress was overwhelming them as they sat down in anxiety in the waiting room.

Matthew turned towards his daughter, his expression imprinted with concern, "Sarah, can you tell me what happened earlier?".

Sarah sighed heavily.

She took a deep breath to steady her voice, "I was in my room, minding my own business, then suddenly I heard Sasha screaming. It was a blood-curling scream, I knew something was wrong so I instantly ran towards her door to check what happened," She continued, trying to remember every detail, "The door was locked though. I asked her what happened but she told me to leave. Once I was able to open the door, she was already on the floor". She glanced over her father, looking helpless.

Her father sighed, "Okay, let's just hope for the best for Sasha". Sarah nodded in agreement. Although she had done her best, she felt like there was something she could have done more.

The doctor emerged from the examination room, a puzzled expression etched on his face. The three of them sprang to their feet, their hearts racing with anxiety. Margaret, Sasha's mother, couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling with fear, 'Is my daughter okay?'