A/N: This story is set after 'I see me, I.C.U' s2e08. It's not from anyones POV in particular, maybe Daniel's near the end; but it's a very omnipresent POV. Hope you enjoy :D
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Ugly Betty or anything to really do with the production and writing of the show. I'm an avid viewer with an overexcited imagination. Please refrain from suing me!
Shimmer of Hope
In moments of immense grief, the only thing people remember is the searing pain that shoots through their very being. Nothing will ever compare to that pain, nothing can determine the outcome. It just comes and eventually leaves. What it leaves at the end is anyone's guess; all that can be said is that in the end; no one is the same.
In a darkened hospital room, filled to breaking point with unsaid words and grief, sits a broken man. From the outside he seems the picture perfect candidate for the perfect life, but he isn't. From his face one can garner a small amount of the pain he is going through, the unshed tears show a stoic and empty man; beaten and pummelled into a crying heap from harsh words and disappointing eyes. This man before you has never really grown up; he's still a scared little boy that needs just one look of pride from a distant and cold father. The same father that he performed CPR on only hours ago, and the same father that passed away mere moments ago.
In a darkened hospital room, filled to the breaking point with unsaid words and grief, steps a broken woman. From the outside she looks like she lives her perfect life, but she isn't. Her face will only show the pain she feels for the broken man, unlike him her freely flowing tears show a strong and sensitive woman; shaped and moulded by kind and encouraging words and actions. This woman before you now has never really lived; she's still the scared little girl who needs to look after her devastated family. The same family that only hours ago gave refuge to the broken man's mother, and the same family that will be there when she gets home.
In moments of immense grief, the only thing people remember is the little shimmer of hope they find. Nothing will stop them from grasping it and holding on for dear life, this hope is what will bring them out of the grief, slowly and patiently pulling them from the wreckage. The broken woman's hand settles on the broken man's shoulder. She becomes his little shimmer of hope, his hand will take hers and he will cling to her. He will give everything so that she never deserts him, making certain that she will always be there; promising himself that when she needs him, his hand will be the shimmer of hope she needs.