You were waiting at the doctor's office calmly, and your son Bennett was whining. He had an infection. It wasn't a bad one, but it could get worse as it escalated. You and him both were growing impatient. After the medical incident with your other son, you didn't want to be here longer than you had to.

You ran through the doors of the hospital, carrying your son Ellery. He wasn’t crying or whining. He was passed out. Blood was dripping everywhere and you could see his bones sticking out both arms. His shirt and pants were ripped open and soaked in the blood. As you frantically called for help, you were crying loudly. Screams left your mouth, and everyone around you was horrified. You were covered head to toe in Ellery’s blood.

Bennett complained to you about his infection. You could tell it was very painful. As much as you wanted to make sure he got something to help with the pain, every doctor and patient you saw only reminded you of what happened. You kept thinking that maybe you could just leave this retched place, but you couldn’t. Just like you couldn’t leave the hospital…

Ellery opened his eyes. He hyperventilated a lot. Soon after, he began screaming hysterically.

“What happened to him?” A doctor asked you.

“He was hit by a car. His brother took him over to the highway,” You cried.

Several doctors were running in and out of the room. You felt terrified. It’s like you were crumbling into nothingness. You stood up beside your son and held his twisted, bloody hand. No matter how afraid you felt, it was nothing compared to the fear and pain that he was feeling.

"I love you Ellery," You told him.

"It hurts, Mommy," Ellery groaned.

That was the last thing you heard him say. Just before he bled out, you felt his hand squeeze yours. He let out little winces and groans in his last moments. He was pumped full of drugs, but you knew he suffered up until his death.

There you were in the doctor's office. Your son beside you. Ever since the incident, you could never look at your son the same way. Not that you blamed him, but it was heartbreaking to love one son, when another had suffered so much. Suffered, but not survived. This situation was so different from what happened to Ellery. So calm. So harmless. Yet the same awful emotions and memories kept flashing in front of you. Every place and every thing in life becomes a pit of emptiness and fear after the loss of your son.