“Georgia!” A voice I didn’t recognize left my throat as I moved quickly toward the pond.
She’d been twirling.
Laughing.
Smiling.
My angel. My love.
And then she literally disappeared beneath the ice.
There was no warning.
Like she’d stepped into a hole and fallen right inside it. I’d heard her gasp. And then she was gone.
Terror moved through every bone in my body, but I knew I had a short time to get to her, so I reacted.
I made it to the edge and tugged off my coat, knowing I would need it to be dry when I pulled her out. I dropped down on my stomach and slid as fast as I could toward the center of the pond. I knew stepping on the ice would be too risky.
I needed to get to the hole and get her out.
“Georgia!” I screamed as I got closer. Something beneath me pounded on the ice and I realized it was her trying to get out.
I screamed her name again as the hole was only inches from my reach.
I kept my lower body on the ice and shoved my head down inside the freezing cold water.
And that was when I saw the tint of red flowing around her as she floated in front of me in her white coat.
I silently begged her to give me her hand, but she was lifeless, and her body swayed just out of my reach. I pushed further into the abyss and grasped her coat as the red water darkened, and I realized it was blood. I tugged as hard as I could, sliding my body back as I pulled her head through the hole, and blood moved from the top of her head and down her face.
I pushed to my knees and pulled her out as a guttural sound left my lips. My hands shook as I touched her everywhere, covering her cheeks and shaking her.
“Baby, please,” I begged. I pulled her as far as I could from the center of the ice so we wouldn’t risk falling through.
Fuck.
The word repeated over and over in my head.
Once we were close to the edge, I pressed my ear to her mouth, and she wasn’t breathing. Her lips were blue. I turned her on her side and hit her on the back as water spewed from her mouth, and then I leaned down to listen for a breath.
Nothing.
Fucking nothing.
I unzipped her jacket, placing one hand over the other, and pumped my hands into her chest as I shouted and wailed words that weren’t coherent.
“Twenty-nine, thirty,” I said. “Breathe, baby.”
I tipped her head back, plugged her nose, and breathed. I saw her chest rise, and I leaned back down and gave her another breath.
She coughed and made a wheezing sound, and I placed my ear against her mouth again, and thanked God that she was breathing, but she still lay there completely lifeless.
A sob escaped, and I swiped at my face, unsure if they were tears or water.
Everything moved in slow motion, and I knew I needed to act fast.
I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, grabbing my coat as I sprinted up toward the blanket. I reached for my phone and the edge of the flannel blanket, yanking it hard as everything flew into the air around it, and I raced toward the car. I opened the door and started stripping her clothes off of her as I dialed 911 on speakerphone. I wrapped her in the blanket and then put my coat around her.