The doctors pumped Mariah's stomach of the pills she'd consumed voluntarily. Afterwards, she was so weak they put her in the intensive care unit. Still laying in a deep sated coma. Still alive and breathing. Her parents fight to stay awake. Their only daughter is making no progress. There was really nothing they could do. More waiting. They need some answers. She's hanging on by so little.

Mariah's Dad, Peter came toward his wife, "Darla, she's a survivor. She's going to pull through. Be strong," he placed his hand on her shoulder.

Darla was stung as he did this. Her shoulder was shaking and she didn't know what was going to happen. Her eyes were glassy and she wiped at her eyes, unmoving and not believe the reality of the situation. Her daughter was always such a challenge but still she felt compassion.

Darla held his hand, crying, "I just don't understand! Hallie said everything was fine. Now, it's really not! My baby is dying Peter. She's DYING!"

"It'll be OK. She'll come back. Give it time, sweetie."

She pushed him away, "She doesn't have much time. She needs to come back now! Right now, Peter. She doesn't deserve this. This is my fault. All of it. We shouldn't have left her alone."

"It's not your fault. We can't take back what happened but we have to be strong. For Mariah. She needs us not to be upset. Pray for a miracle."

She sighed as she calmed herself, and sat down, "She needs more than miracle. More than love. It's much bigger Peter. She needs a will to brake though."

He nodded, patting her back as he stood up, "Come on, let's get some coffee." They walked over to the machine.

A long week has passed, Mariah still hasn't woken up. Family members would come, held her hand, and talk to her. Hoping she would make some kind of movement. But nothing… It was all a gambit. Nothing's changed. If anything, she's getting worse. Her heart monitor was dangerously low which made the doctors questioned in taking off life support. There was no other option it seemed. Darla was appalled and wide eyed at the idea. She shook her head sharply.

"No, out of the question. She still has a chance. I won't allow you to make dying easier for her. She still has a chance. I believe it."

Dr. Andrews sighed as he sat in his office, "Darla, I realize what your going through, there is absolutely nothing we can do but pray that she breathes on her own."

Darla stood up, hearing enough, "No, I know she will improve. I won't let you do this!"

Dr. Andrews stood up and walked to her, "I can't imagine what you're thinking. Believe me; I don't want to do this. There is really nothing left for us to do but pray she breathes without our help. I have faith in her. I won't let her die. I promise you. Peter has already agreed to sign the papers but he wanted to leave this decision up to you."

She looked at him with glassy eyes, "Peter has already agreed to this? Why? Does he WANT his daughter to die? I can't handle this now...excuse me," she exited his office and fled to the bathroom.

Darla left the bathroom somewhat calm and walked over to her husband as she made her decision, "I think we should do this. I have faith in her. There's nothing more they can do. Still, I'm praying she doesn't need their help."

He turned to face her, "Sweetie are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. Please don't talk it about it anymore. Where are the papers?"

Peter held them from the front desk the whole time and handed her a paper to sign, "I already signed. I'll be waiting in the doctor's office," he kissed her cheek and left.

After Darla finished the signing the places where she needed to sign, she made her way to the office. Everyone went to Mariah's room silently. They knew the risks, and the effects of the procedure. Darla turned her head as the doctor put his hand on Mariah's IV plug. Dr. Andrews took a deep breathe and pulled-

"Dr. Andrews this is an emergency! We need you in the ER room 16!" a nurse yelled from the doorway.

"Pardon me, I'm so sorry." He looked at her parents and ran over to the nurse, asking her questions as he followed to the room, "What do we know?"

The nurse looked at her clipboard, "Male, 24, deep sated abrasions on the wrists. He appears unconscious at the moment."

"Alright... Please inform Dr. Carringan to perform the procedure while I'm gone," he told her as he opened the door.

"Right away, doctor" she walked off to the room.

When she reached it she gave a light knock before opening the door to see smiles from ear to ear on both parents’ faces, "What's going on?"

Darla tried to control the happiness but she couldn't, "She spoke! She came back!"

The nurse looked in the direction of the patient and smiled as she saw the father with tears in his eyes, speaking softly with his daughter, Mariah barely speaking back, just groaning mumbled responds. "Well, I'll be. This is beyond a miracle I tell ya. Room 16 may have saved her life.