That image is burned into my mind, a reoccuring nightmare that I can’t seem to shake.

Part of me wishes I could have taken that moment back. That I would have stayed put. Maybe Sirius would still be here and everything would be fine… At the same time…

…could it really be? 

In that moment there were no happy endings.

Summer: Ma’am, I’m sorry but I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait in the lobby. We’re taking her in for surgery now.

Clover: Please, please, be okay.

Summer: Ma’am you have to–

Clover: Geeze, I know already. Just take good care of her, okay?

Summer: We’ll do our best.