The tram lurched violently forward and so did Nadia, nearly slamming into her friend who had just stepped in with her after finishing practice. A sudden stop indicated that something had happened ahead of them and Nadia, much like everyone else, was trying to extend her neck to see what was going on. It looked like a car had stopped in the middle of the road and people were gathering to the scene, looking horrified. She exchanged looks with her friend before stepping out of the tram and walking over to the scene. They weren't going to get anywhere anyway if an accident had happened so it was better to just walk. Nadia pushed her way through the crowd, hoping to catch a glance of what exactly had happened.<br/><br/>"It's horrible! I saw it, I saw him walk and then..!"<br/><br/>"Someone call an ambulance!"<br/><br/>Nadia refused to believe in anything supernatural. Sixth sense and all that jazz was just ridiculous in her opinion. She wasn't even religious, even if her parents went to church every Sunday. But standing there, in the middle of the crowd, she suddenly had a feeling, a terrible pang in her gut. She wasn't sure what it was or what it meant, but for some reason it was there and it pushed her forward, towards the scene of the accident. And when she did get past all the people, she realized just why she had felt that way.<br/><br/>Lying there on the cobblestone road was David.<br/><br/>Her body froze from terror and something cold sank into her stomach. Unable to move, to scream, to react in anyway, she simply stood there, wide-eyed, pale, absolutely terrified. It was only when her friend from the opera tapped her shoulder when she finally lunged forward to David's body, fell painfully on her knees and began sobbing incontrollably. Not knowing whether to touch him or not, her hands simply hovered above his body, trembling. Someone tried to pull her away but she struggled, unable to utter any other word than a constant string of 'no'. Eventually two paramedics grabbed her by her arms and pulled her away so they could inspect David's body. Nadia was pulled to the side where an ambulance had been parked and was questioned by a female paramedic. But she hardly heard her voice.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I can't continue this anymore. You have to understand, it's tough for me.<br/><br/>And you don't think it's tough for me? Have you ever thought about how I felt for a moment?<br/><br/>Of course, babe. Of course I have. But I can't do this. I'm exhausted. I have no will to live. It's not just you and your problems. It's me as well and-<br/><br/>If you want to die that badly, then be my guest.<br/><br/>I didn't mean it like that... Wait. Wha- what are you doing? Babe?! Stop! No, please, I-</span><br/><br/>Nadia blinked her eyes, cold sweat dripping down her face. She was sitting in the ambulance, facing David who was no strapped into a hospital bed and being taken to emergency. Next to her the female paramedic was squeezing her hand and her lips were moving. Nadia focused a little more and was able to concentrate on what she was saying.<br/><br/>"-hear me? Can you hear me? Are you here with me?"<br/><br/>She gave the woman a nod, words still failing her.<br/><br/>"Good. Please stay with me. You fell into a catatonic state earlier." The woman then nodded over to David. "Your friend is still alive. There is a good chance it will be alright. We were able to arrive rather quickly thanks to a call we received from a bystander." She gave a smile to Nadia and a friendly squeeze on her hand. Her words were enough to calm her down for now and help her arrange her thoughts at least to some extent. But she couldn't deny the guilt she felt. David had been heading to the opera, there was no question about that, which meant that... Nadia buried her face into her hands and sobbed.<br/><br/>Once at the hospital, Nadia was instructed to wait outside the emergency room on a bench. A nurse brought her some coffee and kept her company for a little bit, but she wasn't exactly in the mood for a conversation. Nadia's eyes were fixed on the double doors of the emergency room, while her hands squeezed the hot mug and a crumpled tissue.<br/><br/>She would never forgive herself for this.