I make my way to the hospital and notice there are more than the usual amount of ambulances hauling people into the building. I park my car and quickly walk inside, careful not to get in the ways of the stretchers being pushed around me.

I approach one of the other nurses who's just standing by and asks what's going on.

"Apparently there was a huge accident on the freeway. Several cars were piled up and they're bringing everyone here."

I stand there in shock. "Is anyone in serious condition?"

She shook her head. "We don't know yet. Only a couple of them are here so far."

We stood together and watched as some of the patients began to be rolled in on stretchers and some just walked in on their own.

No one had looked like there was anything terribly wrong with them besides a few broken bones and bruises. That was true until the very last person was wheeled in.

A little girl around the age of 6 was laying limp when they broke through the doors as ran with her down the corrider.

"We need some nurses down here right now!"

All of the other nurses who were standing by waiting had now sprung into action and raced down the hallway after them, just as I did.

We all bolted into the nearest open room and began to act as we were instructed.

"Someone needs to hold pressure on her wounds! She's losing too much blood!"

I quickly took control and pressed my hands down on her stomach, where she was bleeding.

She instinctively cried out in pain as she came back to reality.

"It's okay honey. We're gonna make you all better." I said, trying to calm her down.

Her eyes became wide as realization hit her young brain and she knew her parents weren't around.

"Mommy? Daddy?" She asked.

She tried to sit up and look around, but I pushed her back down.

"Sweetie, you're gonna have to lay back down and relax." I said.

"Where's my mommy?! I want my daddy!" She yelled.

"They're coming! You just need to lay down honey!" One of the other nurses yelled.

As they began to hook her up to the machines and check her vitals, she continued to cry and scream for her parents.

I felt so bad for her, but all I could do was keep holding her down until we could patch her up.

"Where's that gauze? And the stitches! She's not going to make it!"

It was then that everything began to go by in a blur as the sound of her heart rate suddenly sped up, and stopped as she became motionless.

She had lost too much blood and was now dead.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch in horror as her unharmed parents raced through the door and sobbed.

I looked at my blood covered hands and felt my knees go weak. I somehow found the courage to run down the hall and into the bathroom before spilling my stomach contents into the toilet.

After I was done, I collapsed onto the floor and cried. I couldn't believe I had just witnessed a 6 year old child losing her life.

The drive home was long and lonely. I was ready to go home and just sleep to get my mind off of everything.

I walked into my house slowly and saw Logan watching TV in the dark. Rex had his head in his lap and his tail moved back in forth in a happy motion.

I softly closed the door and saw Logan turn his head slightly and he smiled as he saw me walk into the living room.

"Hey baby. Welcome home."

I slowly walked closer to him and pecked him on the lips before I plopped down right beside him.

"How was work?"

"Terrible." I managed to mutter. I really didn't wanna talk about work, but I know I'm gonna have to.

"How come?"

I took a deep breath, "I never realized how valuable life is until I saw it ripped away from someone who didn't deserve it."

He looked at me with a confused frown, "What do you mean?"

I could feel my eyes stinging with tears again, "There was a little girl today. They brought her in after she was in a car crash. Her parents got away with minor injuries, but..."

I tried my best to fight back the tears, but I failed miserably.

"Sh-She didn't make it."

I erupted into tears and felt Logan's arms wrap securely around me.

"Shh, Audrey. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'm sure she's in a better place now."

I continued crying, "I just don't understand it, Logan. She was only 6 years old. We all tried so hard. Sh-She kept saying how she wanted to go home and how she wanted the pain to s-stop. Why do the innocent ones always die?"

He wiped some of the tears off of my cheeks with his thumb.

"None of us will understand why. You tried your best, but it was just her time to be with God. She's in a place now where she isn't hurting or crying. It's gonna hurt to think about it, but just remember she's happy now."

'Wow. He has such a way with words.'

My breathing slowly went back to normal and my tears stopped. I looked up and Logan and kissed him softly.

"Thanks for talking to me about that."

He kissed the top of my head, "It's nothing. I hate seeing you cry, babe. I needed to cheer you up somehow."

I smiled, "You're so sweet."

He smirked, "I know."

I smacked his arm and he laughed at his own comment. Typical.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

He stood up and held out his hand, which I gladly excepted. I turned off the TV, and we walked to my bedroom and went to sleep.