Two months…

That’s how long I was out…

Aster: Tell me you’re not going to the hospital again.

Ume: I have to go. She almost died for me.

Aster: I get that, Ume. I really do. I’ve tried my hardest to be supportive but… I just can’t anymore. Between the extra hours at the station and the late nights at the hospital… you’re not exactly giving me the impression that you’re wanting to be here.

Ume: You want me to just abandon her?

Aster: No. I want you to make a decision. Where would you rather be?

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.