(I don't own anything but my plot.)
Jerome Clarke was working when his phone rang.
"Mr Jerome Clarke?" A voice asked.
"Yeah, who is it?" Jerome answered curiously.
"I'm Dr Graham. A close friend of yours, Ms Rehman, was the victim of attempted murder in her home. She's asking for you." The voice told him.
Jerome knew he had to go. He went to the hospital and told the receptionist who he was. They sent him straight up there. He walked in and the doctor let him see her. He gasped to see Trudy lay among all the wires.
"Jerome... where is he? Where's my baby?" She asked, her voice weak. "Where's my little boy?"
"Trudy. Trudy, I'm here." Jerome told her. A familiar happy smile spread across her lips.
"Jerome. My little child." She held her hand out weakly. He took hold of it and she smiled. The door opened and Jerome saw Jasper. The two were on fairly friendly terms after working together to save Trudy.
"Hey, Jerome. I'm glad you're here. She hasn't shut up about you since she got hurt." Jasper sounded relieved.
"Aw. Don't worry. I heard her talking about you nonstop all summer." Jerome returned. He noticed that her hand had slipped from his and there was a flat beep. She wasn't moving and her breathing machine wasn't going. Her heart monitor had flat-lined. Jasper and Jerome looked over and saw that she was dead. Neither of them could control it. They'd lost her.