Hold My Hand
The bed began to roll out of the room and down the hall towards surgery. Buffy walked alongside, her hand tightly clasped in her mother's. it felt cold and wet.
"You'll be ok, Mom."
"I know sweetie. I want you to promise me that you'll take care of your sister, if something happens."
Buffy stopped, causing the bed to jolt. "I promise." She bent down as they reached the doors to the OR and kissed her mother's forehead.
"I'll see you soon."
Mother and daughter squeezed hands one final time before Joyce disappeared through the double doors.
