Emery was laying in the hospital bed, feeling the days passing by. She was getting weaker, and she could feel the sickness getting worse. She was scared, she was in pain, and she was filled with the knowledge that this was the moment for one to endure.
The doctors have done everything they could, but still couldn't figure out what to do. They had run test after test, and they had done scan after scan, but they couldn't find out what they needed to do to help her. They tried everything, but they couldn't save her.
The nurses in the doctors came, and they went, but they couldn't save her. She laid in the bed, feeling the life seeping out of her. She felt like she was falling through a hole, falling into the abyss. She felt like she was falling into oblivion.
But then Emery felt something reaching out to her. It was a feeling, a presence, a warrant. It was something that she had always known, something that she had always trusted. It was a hand reaching out to her, a hand that she had always wanted to hold.
It was a light, a light that she had always wanted to see. It was a light that was leading her to the other side. It was a light that was leading her out of the darkness.
Emery took it. She took the light, and she followed it. She followed it to the other side, to a place where she could finally be a piece. She followed it to a place where the pain would finally stop, to a place where the suffering would finally end.
She followed it to a place where she could finally be happy, to a place where she could finally be free. She followed it to a place where she could finally be whole, to the place where she could finally be one.
And as she followed it, she knew that she was going to be OK. She knew that she was going to make it. She knew that she was going to be happy. And she knew that she was gonna be free.
But what about Atlas? What about Wilson and Bridie? And what about Mom? What will they do? What will they think? The thoughts and possibilities were endless.
The doctor gathered around Emery's bed, looking at her mother, with sorrow in their eyes. They knew that they had to deliver the news, and they knew that they had to do it in a way that was respectful, that was compassionate, and that was understanding.
But they also knew that there was no easy way to deliver this news. They knew that there was no easy way to tell a mother that her daughter was gone. They knew that there was no easy way to tell someone that the one they loved the most was no longer here.
But they also knew that they had to tell the truth. They had to tell the mother the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. They had to tell her that her daughter was gone, and that there was nothing that they could do.
One of the doctors took a deep breath, looking at the mother, with compassion in his eyes. He knew that this was a moment to be strong, but he also knew that this was a moment to show vulnerability. He knew that he had to show the mother that he was human, and that he was compassionate, and that he was understanding.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice shaking. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but your daughter, Emery, has passed away."
Emery's mother looked at him, her eyes felt with shock, with disbelief, with horror. She felt like she was falling, like she was falling into a hole, like she was falling into the abyss.
She looked at the doctors, and she could see the pity in their eyes. She could see the compassion in their faces. She could see the sadness in their hearts, and she knew that they were truly sorry.
She took a deep breath, trying to study herself, trying to study her mind, trying to study her heart. She knew that this moment was one that she had to endure. She knew that this moment was one to survive.
But she also knew that in this moment was one where she needed to be strong, but you need to be strong for her daughter. She knew that this moment was one where she had to be strong for the rest of her life.
She looked at the doctors, and she nodded. She nodded her head, accepting the news, accepting the reality. She noted her head, letting the doctors know that she was okay.
She could feel the tears starting to form in her eyes, could feel the pain starting to flow through her heart. But she could also feel the love starting to form in her soul, she can feel the gratitude starting to form in her heart.
She knew that this moment was one that she had to live through. She knew that this moment was one that she had to survive in. But she also knew that this moment was one that she had to savor, one that she had to remember, one that she had to hold onto.
She could feel the love starting to fill her heart, and she knew this moment was one treasure. She knew that this moment was one that she would never forget, one that she would always cherish, one that she would always hold onto.
And as she let the tears flow, as she let the pain wash over her, as she let the love fill her heart, she knew that she was gonna be okay. She knew that she was going to make it. She knew that she was going to be happy.
Because she was alive, she was in pain, she was scared, she was in love, and she was grateful. She was lucky, she was blessed, and she was living a life that was special to her too.
