Stormies POV
The nurses tried. The doctors. The nurses. Everyone. They all tried. They gave their best efforts. But Ross was gone. Lying on the hospital bed. Pale and cold. But he looked relaxed and calm. "I'm so sorry" the doctor whispered. I didn't respond. Instead I walked over to the bed. I sat down next to my son. The doctor and ross' nurse watched as I lifted him up and hugged him. He didn't hug back. I don't know what I was expecting. But I'm never going to be able to do this again. He's gone. My baby boy. Gone. He didn't deserve this. "Mrs lynch I'm so sorry" the nurse was crying too. "It's not your fault. Ross told he how close you were. How he reminded you of your own son." I told her. She nodded. "I wish we were able to save him"
15 minutes later.
I was alone. I would say with Ross. But he's gone. I was with the- no. He's my son. The doctor walked in. "Stormie. You're going to have to leave." The doctor told me. "Please." I begged, tears rushing down my face. "Stormie. We need to get him into the..." he trailed off, looking down at his feet. "The morgue." I whispered. He nodded. "2 minutes" I begged. He nodded "okay. I'll wait outside."
I held my sons hand. "Sweetheart. I love you so much. I really wish that it was me. Not you. You don't deserve this. I'm sorry I couldn't save you." I choked on a sob. "I wish I was able too" I stroked his hair "why did you have to leave" I sobbed, gripping onto his shirt. I calmed down slightly "good Bye my love. I miss you" I kissed his head before pulling the cover over him, covering his face before standing. I walked towards the door. I glanced back. "I love you Ross shor lynch"
I left the room and saw the nurse. "I'll be back to see you once we have the funeral sorted." I told her. She nodded, wiping her eyes. "I'll walk you out" only then did I notice she was holding a bag. "You going home?" I asked. "I wanted to stay. But they're sending me home" she admitted. I nodded. I told the others to go home. The kids back to the band house. Mark back to ours. "How are you getting home?" She asked. "A taxi" I told her. "Come on. I'll give you a ride"
5 minutes later
"Thank you" I whispered, stepping from the car. "No problem" I walked inside and was met by my husband sitting on the couch. He was gripping onto something, tears falling down his bright red face. I walked over and sat next to him, he held my hand. "Why couldn't we save him?" He whispered. "I don't know" I whispered back. "Why him?" He sighed. "I don't know" I repeated. He handed me what he was holding. I looked at it. Ross' plane t-shirt. He had this when he was 5. I broke down into sobs as did Mark. "Why him?" I sobbed. "Why not me?" Mark didn't answer but gripped onto him tighter.
8:30pm
I walked into ross and Rylands bedroom and sat on ross' bed. I let tears fall as I lifted up the sweater he was wearing a few days ago. I hugged it and Mark walked in. He went straight to the drawers and opened it. He found ross' watch and sighed. "It was his favourite. He needs to wear it..." he trailed off "at the funeral" I whispered. He nodded. "I love you stormie" he told me. "I love you more" I kissed him. "I'm so sorry" he whispered. "It's not your fault. You lost a son too" I sighed, hugging him. "We need to clean in here" I sighed. "We don't need to forget him" Mark replied. "We're not. I just want to find things out. There are tons of things in here that we need to clean up" I explained. He nodded before sitting on the bed. "Are you hungry?" He asked. I shook my head "me neither" he sighed, picking up a box from under his bed. "What's this?" He said, picking up a pile of envelopes. I looked as he flicked through them.
Mom
Dad
Riker
Rocky
Rydel
Ryland
Ellington
"Do we open it?" I whispered. He shook his head "I don't know." He whispered. "Let's do it. Give the kids them tomorrow" I whispered. He nodded before handing me mine.
I slowly opened it
Mom.
Hey. I guess. I don't know how to start this. I've never been good at writing letters. You know that. But this is for you and only you. You can show others but this is what I want you to know. I love you so much. You were there through everything. You were there when I was sobbing after the diagnosis and god knows how many other times I was sobbing. And when I was vomiting and coughing up blood at 2 o clock in the morning. You were there. Rubbing my back and telling me I was fine and that ill be okay. You don't understand how much that meant to me. You could've just left and came to visit when you wanted too, but you didn't. You were there all the time. Even when all I did was sleep, you were right next to me. It was rare that you left and the nights you did, honestly made me miss you so much. But I remembered that you need a break too. You deserved that at least. Thank you for everything mom. I don't know what I would do without you. I am so lucky that I managed to score you as a mom because you were so supportive and understanding, even on days when I didn't want to talk. I love you so much mom. I don't know what I would do without you. And I am so so sorry for everything. I love you mommy.
Lots of love, hugs and kisses
Your son
Ross Shor Lynch ❤️'
I burst into tears, Mark hugged me, tears pouring down his face too. "He's gone Mark. My beautiful boy is gone"
