It was the sounds of stillness, if stillness could have a sound. An absence that's so loud it screams. Danijela's labored breathing, growing weaker and weaker. His little girl, no longer moving, no longer living.
A thousand codes, a thousand traumas, a flatline, a frustrated noise from a doctor, apologies, keening, crying, despair, a grief all-encompassing.
He knows this part so very, very well.
And Carter would have to deal with it now.]
M'sorry.
[He's so sorry he has to go. Carter kisses him on the head and he tries to squeeze his hand one more time but there's no more life left in it, in him, and it goes limp.
He's so sorry, he doesn't want to leave, but Carter said it's okay.
cw: ptsd, children and family death, war imagery
It was the sounds of stillness, if stillness could have a sound. An absence that's so loud it screams. Danijela's labored breathing, growing weaker and weaker. His little girl, no longer moving, no longer living.
A thousand codes, a thousand traumas, a flatline, a frustrated noise from a doctor, apologies, keening, crying, despair, a grief all-encompassing.
He knows this part so very, very well.
And Carter would have to deal with it now.]
M'sorry.
[He's so sorry he has to go. Carter kisses him on the head and he tries to squeeze his hand one more time but there's no more life left in it, in him, and it goes limp.
He's so sorry, he doesn't want to leave, but Carter said it's okay.
He's okay now.
So he lets go.
He stills.
The stillness has a sound.]