Liam was in the hospital talking to his son who was laying in the bed his face pale bandages wrapped around his abdomen.
"Pa I'm so sorry I did what you said! I'm sorry..." He says coughing harshly as pain shot through his body.
"No need to be Ty just focus on staying alive!" He said rubbing the hair from his brown eyes. Just when he was about to say something the door busted opened entering a crying Y/n.
"TY! What happened?Is he gonna survive?" She says frantically going to her son's side kissing his face whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
"Mama remember when I was younger and we played piano I would change the note every time" he says giving a light smile to the distraught mother.
"Yes you would always change the line baby but focus on staying alive!" She says kissing his cold hands a tear slipping on them.
"I would always change the line.."
"I know baby shh"
"I'm sorry for forgetting what you taught me"
"It's okay baby shh. Remember what we learned on the piano,Un deux trois quatre Cinq six sept huit neuf"
"Un deux trois quarte Cinq six sept huit neuf" he repeats his eye lids half closed
"Good Un deux trois quatre Cinq six sept"
"Un deux trois..." He trails his hand going limp in his mother's the machine line going off.
"Huit neuf...Sept huit neuf-Sept huit... Tyler? TYLER PLEASE BABY BOY PLEASE!" You say when he stops singing his hand going limp in yours. Liam cried with you holding you tightly as your oldest son laid dead on a hospital bed.
