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He guides his wife from the hospital and out to his car. Once they reach it, he pulls his keys out and sets Matthew in the back seat gently. Once the boy is buckled in, he takes Katie’s carrier from Ally and kisses her forehead gently. “Don’t want you to hurt your arm.” He says softly, opening her door for her. He then heads stoically to the other side of the car to lock Katie’s car seat into place.

Once he’s sure his kids are safe and sound, he climbs in and starts up the engine, the brisk wind sweeping past him. He doesn’t notice, however, as everything felt cold and numb. There were no sensations. No feelings. Nothing. He finds himself staring absently at the street ahead before blinking himself out of his daze and pulling onto the street.

       Ally nods in response, a whispers out a thank you to him, before climbing slowly into the passenger seat. Without uttering a word, or even really making a sound, the blonde then buckles herself in and rests her temple absently against the window as she swallows back a wave of emotion that threatened to rear its ugly head. As if in attempts to hold herself together, the blonde curls one arm around her abdomen as she stares blankly out at the parking lot of the hospital.

She’d hardly noticed when the car had begun to move, though without much thought to it, Ally reached over to take Larry’s free hand into hers. It was silent, with the exception of a few deep breaths taken by their kids from the back seat. Any other sound would have probably caused her to jump out of her skin at that point, given how tightly wound up she was.