A/N: Prompt from an anon; dealing with the loss of a child. Thanks!


She had to keep her eyes open and moving so she wouldn't have time to let the images crowding behind her eyelids out. "Right… I know, Dad. Th…" Her voice stuttered to a stop.

Sam found her huddled against the kitchen wall, the house phone clutched in her hand, silent sobs wracking her body. "Honey…" he whispered, his own tears always too close to the surface welling up. Pulling Rachel into his arms, pressing his face into her hair, his heart could barely stand how small and fragile her shaking body felt.

But there was nothing he could say.

Nothing.