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A/N: This is a drabble of Miss Parker's feeling as she watches Jarod give Davy the drug that would have turned Angelo back to normal. It takes place in the episode, "Bloodlines". Please read and review.
The Sacrifice
Oh, God. What had I done? If only. If only. No, there is no "if only". Angelo… Timmy, my may-be brother would die. Not physically. Emotionally. Mentally. If only I hadn't taken the vial from Jarod. Then both Angelo and Davy would be okay. I wouldn't be sitting here crying as Angelo plays the piano. Jarod is giving Davy the drug that will save his life. Angelo's drug, the one that would have saved him. Oh, God. What have I done? I thought I'd banished the "if only". But it haunts me. Everything would have been fine if my stupid arrogance hadn't gotten in the way. I had been a fool. And now Angelo would suffer. He would revert back to something he didn't want to be. Something I didn't want him to be. If he was my brother, I wanted him around so I could talk to him. Tell him about Mom. Show him life. And also to find out what he had seen that could show me how killed my mom… our mom. All those opportunities no longer existed. I watched as Jarod injected the drug into Davy's arm. Another tear slipped gently down my cheek. It was over. Angelo's time was over. But one thing I vow. Angelo's sacrifice will not be forgotten.