Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her wristwatch sat on her nightstand, reminding her that it was past midnight.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

It continued its exercise in futility, as it had always done every night.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her thoughts persisted as well, and tuned out everything but the melancholy and guilt.

Beep.

Truncal Hemorrhage.

Beep.

Blast Lung.

Beep.

Multiple Gunshot Wounds.

Beep.

Self-Sacrifice.

She picked it up with trembling hands, and set it on her lap. She realized she was crying.

Beep.

Those she lost.

Beep.

Those she couldn ft save.

Beep.

What she couldn ft do.

Beep.

What she could have done.