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Larry nods maneuvers himself to crouch in front of Ally and Matthew. “Ally, Robs gonna look at your arm,okay?” He says gently, his voice dry and hoarse. He peels Matthew away from her and heaves him up with him before reaching down to help Ally off the floor. With his free hand, he wipes the continuous tears from her cheeks and kisses her forehead.

Larry holds their son against him, although he was much bigger now, he felt the need to keep him close. As close as possible. Matthew clings to his dad and sniffles into his neck, trying to get ahold of himself. There couldn’t possibly be any more tears. Not today.

       Ally’s chin quivers slightly as she tries, and nearly fails, to regain some sort of composure. She nods slowly at Larry’s statement, before allowing her husband to help her off from the floor as she bites down onto her lower lip, eyes falling closed at the gentle kiss he’d placed to her forehead. “Okay… we won’t be long        right?” she asks, her voice cracking slightly as she opens her eyes to look over at Rob, who simply nodded once in her direction.

“We’re just going to stop the bleeding and get it cleaned up, and then we’ll come right back. I promise it won’t take long.” Rob responds, his eyes softening as he looks into the broken eyes of a grieving mother. A few of the nurses and doctors walk past hesitantly, surely having heard the news at that point, they seemed to want to stay out of their way.