Her heart had stopped.
That's what the doctor told him when he got out of the surgery room.
He couldn't really understand what the doctor was saying after that. Everything seemed to play in slow motion before his eyes. Cal and Olive crying and hugging each other, the doctor still talking.
He stood there for what he believed were hours, when it was just a matter of minutes. He came back to his senses when Cal and Olive hugged him, reality hitting him like a rock.
"Can I see her?" it was all he asked.
"Of course. Follow me"
He walked behind the doctor; he could hear his heart beating.
He got to the room and it looked like she was sleeping, however she didn't have anything on her. She was laying there, and it hit him when he didn't see her chest rising like the way it does when you breathe.
And that's when it hit him.
He practically ran to her bed, falling on his knees next to her. He moved to touch her head and grabbed her hand. Her face was pale, her lips didn't have their usual color, her hand was cold.
She was dead.
He started crying, sobbing. The pain was so much he couldn't bare it. He let his head fall on the bed, tears running down his face, falling on the bedsheet. He was crying openly now, almost screaming.
Grace was his world, his everything. And now she was gone.
He was never gonna see her again. He was never gonna go to bed with her. He was never gonna get to enjoy cooking for her. He was never gonna see her make him laugh again. He was never gonna get to kiss her again.
He was never gonna get the opportunity of watching her sing a lullaby their baby girl.
She was gone.
He looked up to see her pale face again.
He caressed her forehead.
In between tears the only thing he said was "I didn't get to say goodbye."