Flatline

That moment, that moment when it finally happens. Your hands, they shake out of control. Tears, spilling out of your eyes; you wishing that they would stop and go away, just like the rest of your problems.
That moment, that moment when it finally happens, when it finally sinks in. Your loved one is falling apart as are you. They're sick or old, dying, or just plain innocent, but in your eyes they don't deserve what they are suffering from, they don't deserve the flatline in their near or distant future.
Count away the days. Count away the nights. Count away the hours, the minutes, the seconds. All the time you have ever spent with them. The memories and secrets you have shared because you never know when that flatline will come.
Everyone has problems and we're all going to end with a flatline, it is inevitable. But if that someone who's time was up, who was going to flatline, meant something to you; what would you do in that time, in the moment of their flatline?