What I imagined to be Albert's last few moments. There's also a bit of The Office at the end (a joke, due to the fact that the actress who played Michelle is now on that show). Disclaimer: I don't own any of the show or the characters.
It wasn't much to the handful of people passing by the scene, just a boy in a hospital bed, and a girl holding his hand. His lips and throat were parched with desperation, and when he used enough energy to focus through the cracks in his eyelids, she was still blurry. But he could tell—she was crying.
"Why?" she was whispering, lowering her head to his chest. "Why?"
He couldn't remember much. He could tell he was on the brink of something, a steep cliff and a flash of bright light. For some odd reason, he felt as though karma was coming back to bite him on the butt.
Laura—he drowsily realized he remembered her name—looked surprised, as did a finely-built man with graying hair. Another man, younger, and holding a blond woman's arm, chuckled softly to show he knew what he was referring to.
Did I just say that out loud?
He felt the hurt swelling in the room, and he brought up enough molecules of energy to speak.
"Guess I kind of failed my first patient, huh?"
"Albert—" the older man was speaking now, his voice thick and choked with tears. Pa, he thought, feeling warmth slide down his soul, Pa, don't worry. I'm alright. And I'm not afraid.
Everyone was crying now—Pa, Laura, himself. Mary. Adam. An aura of kindness wafted into the room, and two beautiful ladies entered. Ma pressed a cool cloth against his forehead; Michelle Levinson knelt by Laura and took his free hand.
He was losing strength, consciousness. He could feel a brighter and brighter light enveloping him, though by now he saw nothing. There were muffled, underwater voices.
I love you too, Ma. Don't worry, Laura. I'm fine, Pa.
Goodbye, Michelle—I'll miss you too.
…And then she grew up and married Mr. Gould and lived in Pennsylvania.
The End