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Larry sits silently with his son, stroking his hair in an attempt to comfort him. But without much hope for himself, he couldn’t really offer much comfort and solace. What were you supposed to say to your son about losing his best friend. The person he spends most of his time with. He sees him every waking moment of every day and now that has been ripped away from him.

Larry drowns out the sounds of the hospital, ignoring anything and everything in his sight. He blocks everything out, numb to the sounds and the sights rushing past him. Vaguely, he hears Katie start to cry and he starts rocking her car seat with his foot.

       Very little words are spoken between the two of them after that point, and for a good thirty minutes, Rob works on Ally’s arm until he finally stood to throw away the trash that remained after having stitched and wrapped up Ally’s wound. “Ready to go, just keep it clean, it should heal up on its own, if you notice anything out of the norm, just shoot me a text and I’ll come make sure you don’t have an infection of any kind.” Rob informs her, while pulling his gloves off and tosses them into the trash.

Ally nods, thanking Rob quietly, before sliding off the bed and heads back to the waiting room. The doctor walks out seconds later, though he walks off to the front desk to check his messages. The blonde, crouches down next to Katie’s carseat, and offers Katie her finger to gnaw on before clearing her throat. “We should… go see…” She says, voice low and shaky as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Ally couldn’t finish the statement, it was too hard.