~𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰~

~ Now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all..~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Losing someone. As you waited in the waiting room, praying they would make it. They didn't. You're still waiting, waiting. Staff running, crash carts nearly tipping over. But in the room, flatlining. It's called. "Time of death.. 8:47 PM.". Your wailing cries pierce through the chaos, echoing into the cold, dark, cruel night. Praying to get them come back, nothing works. Violent sobs wrack your frame at the bedside where a person once full of life, now gone. You're now carried with the pain they once had, bearing a heavy burden. A heavy weight settles silently over you: It will never be the same again. Why them? (Don't mind the voice)