Title: The Final Gift
Author: Alexandria
Paring: Sara/Warrick
Rating: PG
POV: Warrick
Author Note: I have no Idea where this can from. It's short, and it's sad... I had to get it out of my system. Tissue alert! Please Read and Review
I can't begin to describe the mix of emotions in my heart as I hold our daughter. The one that she gave everything for, her last breath, her life. Her dying words will stay with me as I age and raise our daughter. I never thought that I would have to do this alone. But at 7 months, when Sara started getting sick, weaker, tired, she still fought for our babies life. She said that she would rather die and bring our daughter into the world then live knowing she could've done more. She made me swear that when the time came, the baby would come first. So here I am standing at the window in the nursery and Sara is gone, looking down on us from above. I can remember the chaos in the emergency room after they took the baby to clean her up. I can remember Sara's eyes as she held mine. The way that they sparkled, so full of life.
"What is it?"
"It's a girl, a beautiful baby girl."
"Fight for her, fight for me."
"Always."
"Don't cry now, I'll always be with you. Remember me for who I am, not like this."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Take care of Isabelle."
"Isabella Sara..." I can remember the pain that seared through my heart as she closed her eyes that final time. The alarms were faded to nothing as they handed me our baby.
I smile now, standing next to the window. I will live, I will go on... For Sara.
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Author: Alexandria
Paring: Sara/Warrick
Rating: PG
POV: Warrick
Author Note: I have no Idea where this can from. It's short, and it's sad... I had to get it out of my system. Tissue alert! Please Read and Review
I can't begin to describe the mix of emotions in my heart as I hold our daughter. The one that she gave everything for, her last breath, her life. Her dying words will stay with me as I age and raise our daughter. I never thought that I would have to do this alone. But at 7 months, when Sara started getting sick, weaker, tired, she still fought for our babies life. She said that she would rather die and bring our daughter into the world then live knowing she could've done more. She made me swear that when the time came, the baby would come first. So here I am standing at the window in the nursery and Sara is gone, looking down on us from above. I can remember the chaos in the emergency room after they took the baby to clean her up. I can remember Sara's eyes as she held mine. The way that they sparkled, so full of life.
"What is it?"
"It's a girl, a beautiful baby girl."
"Fight for her, fight for me."
"Always."
"Don't cry now, I'll always be with you. Remember me for who I am, not like this."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Take care of Isabelle."
"Isabella Sara..." I can remember the pain that seared through my heart as she closed her eyes that final time. The alarms were faded to nothing as they handed me our baby.
I smile now, standing next to the window. I will live, I will go on... For Sara.
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