All I Could Do Was Breathe

In Part 2, Tessa waits — on the roadside, in the ambulance, and inside the hospital system — with no control over what happens next. Her body isn’t responding, answers aren’t coming, and the people she needs most are kept away.What fills the space isn’t panic, but breath.And then calm.And then the unsettling realization that peace can arrive before safety does.As responsibility passes from her to strangers, the presence that carried her fades. Vomiting, scans, protocols, and silence take its place. Guilt sets in. Blame follows. And the question lingers quietly underneath it all:What if this is my fault?