'You can stop, she's gone..' The sound was barely audible as it passed Kerry's lips.

'Kerry-' Elizabeth began before catching herself. There was nothing she could say to comfort the woman staring, glassy eyed at the firefighter on the table between them.

'Time of death, 16:32.'

'I'm sorry.' Elizabeth whispered, setting down the internal paddles as the other surgeons filtered out of the room.

A surgical tech moved around Sandy, dressing her down and preparing the death kit as Kerry remained motionless, tracing circles on the other woman's forehead.

'Kerry, maybe you'd be more comfortable..' Elizabeth began again, gesturing to the waiting room outside of the OR doors. She knew how empty her suggestion was, there was nothing anybody could say, nothing anybody could do to fix the broken woman on the table.

Sandy Lopez was gone. And Kerry was alone.