Author's Note:
So here is the chapter that had me practically in tears as I wrote it. It wasn't easy to write and I struggled a bit at first so to make it flow organically. I did a lot of medical research as well, so bare with me if I made any mistakes. Watching Grey's Anatomy as much as I have did help a lot. For those who are fans of that show, you probably have noted that I have borrowed one of their characters, Dr. Cristina Yang.
For those asking, Ghosts that We Knew and Boots of Spanish Leather are two different stories that have nothing to do with one another. GTWK is more of dribbles and dabbles from different points of views of different characters. I am currently working on a chapter that is taking me longer than the rest to write because I am dealing with a very complex character. Of course, I am talking about Gemma. I already have an outline for a Thomas chapter and an idea of a chapter about Unser. Of course, they are all centered around Jax and Tara and their love.
What I love about this whole writing process is watching you guys, the readers, connect the dots. As I have mentioned before, each character will have a purpose throughout the story. Now, the next chapter, Chapter 30, will be the last for Boots of Spanish Leather. I feel that this story has pretty much reached its end. I know many of you are probably frustrated that our OTP didn't receive their happy ending. And, honestly, in Boots of Spanish Leather, they won't. But that doesn't mean that in the second part, they won't ;). I am officially announcing the second part of this story. The title was also taken from one of my favorite songs from Sons of Anarchy. The only hint I will give is that it's a cover song, just like Boots of Spanish Leather. I have already started writing and hopefully will have the Preface posted up soon.
But before I post the Preface, I need to post Chap. 30 and for me to do that, I am going to need as much reviews as possible. Let's go out with a bang, everyone!
Song lyrics were written by the great Bob Dylan and of course all of this wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for the evil mastermind that is Kurt Sutter.
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Chapter 29
Time: Unknown
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"It's been fucking days!"
The voices sounded so far away.
"The extensiveness of the injuries…"
Everything hurt; it hurt so badly.
Everything faded away with the continuous beeping sound.
Time: Unknown
The beeping sound was still there. Her hand felt wet.
Sobs. There were sobs.
She wanted to comfort the person but she couldn't move.
Sobs. Endless sobs and endless tears.
Shhhh, she wanted to say. Ssshhhh…. Everything would turn out ok… Right?
Time: Unknown
"You need to fucking find that piece of shit!"
There was yelling.
"You need to calm down."
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down. Look at her."
She wanted silence. She never liked screaming. Her Dad use to scream a lot. And it made her scared.
No more screaming.
Time: Unknown
"Is there any hope?"
Luis Mario? His voice sound thick. Like if he was crying.
"God could only tell at this point…"
Was that Belize? Mr. Diaz!
Oh my God.
What happened to Mr. Diaz? He was hurt too. She remembered him groaning on the floor.
Time: Unknown
"Oh God!" his voice broke.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Tara?" a broken voice.
Dad? No. He was in Charming. Probably trashed out of his mind.
A loud noise. A crash. Things crashing to the floor.
"Get a gurney here!" someone yelled.
All the commotion. Her head hurt. She couldn't move. She wanted quiet again.
Fading.
Time: Unknown
His voice was always so smooth. He is reading. And she wanted to smile. So peaceful. So soothing.
It was a poem.
A Spanish poem. The poem of goodbyes.
Why is he saying goodbye.
She wanted to move. But she couldn't.
God, it hurt so much. Everything just fucking hurt.
Time: Unknown
"I don't really believe in God anymore but I have been praying so hard. So fucking hard, Mopey. Please wake up. Please Tara. I need you. You are my best friend and one of my soul mates. Please wake up."
Matt was crying and she wanted to wipe his tears.
She tried to move.
But everything was just so heavy.
Everything was fading again.
Time: Unknown
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Her throat was scratchy.
Instead of being surrounded by black there was light surrounding her.
She tried to open her eyes but they felt like lead.
So she did what she always did—fought for what she wanted.
It felt like everything was suspended in the air.
Please open… Please open, she begged her body.
She was so tired. So, so tired of it all.
Time: Unknown
The light became too bright. But at least her eyes didn't feel as heavy. She groaned.
"Water," she whispered.
There was some movement around her.
"Tara?" she heard.
She groaned again. "Water, please."
The constant beeping was still there and she was honestly sick of the noise.
"Hold on, Tara ok."
There was more movement around her. She heard voices. They were further away than the rest.
God, her body hurt.
"Tara, this is Dr. Clarke. Hold on, please. Belize, please keep them out of the room and close the curtain and door."
Tara shook her head side to side. "Water, please."
"In a bit, but I first need to ask you a couple of questions. Nod, if you understand."
It took some time but she nodded slowly. And equally as slowly, she made her eyes flutter open.
"My baby," she whispered. She was able to shift to gaze to her stomach.
Her once rounded stomach was now flat. The panic she felt was instant.
"Oh my God… my baby." She tried to sit up.
Dr. Clarke rushed to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You need to calm down, Tara before you cause more damage than good. Let me examine you and we could talk about your baby. I could even have Dr. Coco and Dr. Yang paged to meet us here. But please, you need to be as calm as possible. You have tremendous traumas all over your body and you could make your injuries worse."
"Is my baby alive?" Tara asked, tears dwelling in her eyes.
Dr. Clarke sighed. "Yes. Now, please let me examine you." Dr. Clarke picked up the phone on her nightstand. "Please have Dr. Coco and Dr. Yang paged to Ms. Knowles room. Advise them that Ms. Knowles is awake and wants to speak to them in regards to her baby." He put the phone back on its cradle. "Tara, I know you might be slightly disoriented but I am going to examine you and answer as many question as I can in regards to your health. I know you are more concerned about your baby but I am not the physician assigned to her care. You'll have to wait for Dr. Coco and Dr. Yang to come in, ok?"
"Her? My baby is a girl?" A few tears slipped down her swollen cheeks.
Dr. Clarke walked over to a small sink in her room and started washing his hands. "Yes."
Tara remained silent as she watched him lather his hands and continuously wash them until they were clean. He dried them with paper towns and then put on some latex gloves.
She heard angry voices outside her room. She figured it was Luis Mario, Matt and Belize.
Dr. Clarke walked to stand next to her. "Mr. Diaz? Is he ok?"
Dr. Clarke pushed a button making her bed flat. "Tara, I will reiterate what I said before. I could only answer questions in regards to your health. Anything else, you will have to wait until I am done."
Tara gave him a dirty look and in return her gave her a small smile.
"I know I might sound like the biggest douche, but you are my patient and I have to make sure you turn out ok from this all… At least physically." He grabbed his stethoscope from around his neck. "Now, I am going to touch you in some places and it will hurt. The man who attacked you was vigilant as to where his blows landed. Mostly your abdomen received the brunt of his fist but unfortunately, your face and legs also received some trauma."
"If my abdomen received the worst, that means he also hurt her. How badly did he hurt her?"
Dr. Clarke put his hands on her left side by her ribs. "Luckily for you, your ribs are just very bruised and no organs were punctured like Katie's. I guess he was holding back a bit."
"You didn't answer by question," her voice sounded so raspy from misuse and it hurt to talk.
Dr. Clarke kept moving his hands around touching various parts of her abdomen assessing every flinch.
"I am not your daughter's doctor, Tara. I don't want to misinform you."
She gasped when his fingers kept probing.
After a few minutes of his endless questions, the phone next to them rang.
"Hello," answered Dr. Clarke. He looked at Tara and gave her a rather brief smile. "Ok, fantastic. I shall wait for them here."
He hung up the phone. "Dr. Coco is apparently a few minutes away and Dr. Yang was already in the building, sleeping in one of the on-call rooms. They both should be here shortly. Would you like some water, now?"
"Yes, please."
Dr. Clarke picked up the phone again. "Can someone, please bring the patient some water. Room temperature." He hung up without waiting for a response.
"It hurts to talk."
Dr. Clarke pressed a button making her bed move into more of a sitting position and then he pulled a chair close. "I would be concern if it didn't. We had to put a tub down your throat for a couple of days, to help you breath. Just in case you were wondering you have been out of it for 10 days."
"Who found me?"
"The man with you. Mr. Diaz, I believe his name is. He was able to regain conscience and he called the police and the EMTs."
"Thank God, he is ok," she muttered.
"Given the circumstances, I guess."
Tara looked at Dr. Clarke. "How long do I have to stay here? I want to see my baby."
Right then, she heard the door open and Belize soon came around the curtain with a pink plastic pitcher and a cup with a straw.
"It's so good to see you open those beautiful green eyes, Miss Tara."
Belize quickly walked to the other side of her bed. He put down the pitcher and held her head while she took small sips of water.
"Thank you," she mouthed.
He gave her a soft smile.
Tara shifted her eyes to look at Dr. Clarke. "When can I see her?"
Dr. Clarke sighed. "I would rather you stay in bed for a couple of days. Now that you are awake and apparently aren't in grave danger, it is important for your body to heal as much as possible. For that to occur, you have to be as still as possible. However, I am a realist and I could surmise that as soon as you speak to Dr. Coco and Dr. Yang, you will want to see your baby although that would be against my medical advise. And if I were a parent, no doctor would stop me from seeing my newborn child."
Tara looked into his icy-blue eyes and noted the sincerity behind his stare.
Right when she opened her mouth to speak, there was a brief knock and she heard the door open and quickly close to her room.
Within seconds, Dr. Coco and Dr. Yang made their way around the curtain.
"I shall leave you to it," said Belize.
Tara grabbed his hand. "No, wait," she whispered. "Who is outside?"
"Luis Mario and Matt," he quickly responded.
"Please," she started.
"You want them here," finished Dr. Coco. "Before letting them in, please make sure to tell them to spare the dramatics. Dr. Yang and I are about to have quite the serious conversation with Tara and we don't need the sound effects in the background. As soon as there is some form of dramatics, I will call security myself and have both of them thrown out and banded from Tara's room until further notice. Give us about ten minutes and then they are welcomed to come into the room. I want to examine Tara, myself."
Belize nodded and swiftly exited the room. Dr. Clarke stood from his chair and offered it to Dr. Coco, who was the elder out of all three. Dr. Coco shook her head and walked over to where the small sink stood and proceeded to wash her hands.
"I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to examine her myself. Tara, you have been my patient since day one and I would like to continue being your doctor for the time being. If at any point, you want medical care from another physician, please let me know and I will make sure to arrange adequate care." Dr. Coco shut the water off and wiped her hands with paper towels. She turned as she put on the latex gloves. "Do you have any questions?"
Tara nodded. "How is she?"
Dr. Yang cleared her throat. "Let Dr. Coco examine you and we will answer all your questions in regards to the baby."
Dr. Coco walked over to Tara and muttered some questions as she moved the sheets that were covering Tara. She lifted the hospital gown and looked at the scar that Tara had. She also probed around her abdomen making Tara gasp in some areas. Along the way, she asked simple questions that didn't require no more than a yes or no from Tara. She moved quickly and with purpose, the decades of a practicing doctor, shining through tremendously. Tara felt immense gratitude for the no-nonsense doctor.
When Dr. Coco was done, Dr. Clarke moved to cover her.
"I am not anticipating that you will remain inpatient for about two weeks. After that time period I do not see why you should remain here. Now, from reading your chart and speaking with Dr. Clarke throughout your hospital stay, I know you have a severe concussion and those ribs need to heal. That means you have to remain as still as possible and have the least amount of stress as possible as well. As you could probably tell, we had to do an emergency C-section in order to save the baby's life. Your scar is healing nicely."
"And my baby?"
Dr. Clarke moved the chair so Dr. Coco could sit and Dr. Yang moved to lean against the sink.
"Your baby is currently in the neonatal intensive care unit. She was placed there as soon as she was born due her being premature and also the heart condition."
"How bad is it?" Tara figured that there was no point in beating around the bush.
"Usually, premature babies, born between the 25th and 27th week, fall into the lower category of survival rate. Your baby unfortunately falls into that category. With new medical advances, many premature babies have a chance at survival; a chance that was not afforded to them before. However, premature babies also face higher rates of other medical problems, such as lower mental and physical capacities. There is a laundry list of problems but let's get to your child." Dr. Yang looked at Dr. Coco before continuing.
"The truth is that your baby is in very bad shape. Usually, premature babies are harder to treat in general but your baby has a genetic heart condition. At birth, she weighed 1 pound and 2 ounces."
Tara gasped and covered her mouth tears falling drastically down her cheeks.
"Maybe we should let the gentlemen in," said Dr. Coco.
Dr. Yang nodded and walked around the curtain. A few moments later, Luis Mario rushed in with Matt on his heels. Belize slowly made his way into the room too.
Matt pushed past Luis Mario and stood next to Tara, tears streaming down his cheek. He was going to lean to hug her.
"No. Don't hug her," said Dr. Clarke. "Her ribs."
Matt froze and looked at the doctor. He nodded and settled for holding her hand.
Luis Mario stood next to Matt and all three looked at Dr. Yang.
"Likely, I was saying, the baby was born just barely over a pound. Given that the baby did not have a full gestation period in your womb, if she survives and that's a big if, there is a very high change that she will have severe mental retardation or even cerebral palsy. Her IQ will be significantly lower than children her age. She might even be blind or deaf. There is a probability her muscles won't develop properly thus she may be unable to walk. And Tara, that's not taking into consideration the heart defect."
Tara took a couple of deep breaths. "What are the chances?"
Dr. Coco shook her head. "Not good, Tara. Not good at all. The baby has a breathing tube down her nose and the pediatric nephrologist told Dr. Yang and me last night that her kidneys are about to fail. Once that occurs, her body will fill up with toxins. We could put her on a transplant list but the reality is that she will never get a transplant; not with all that is going on. Her heart is too weak and as soon as the kidneys start to fail, her other organs will quickly shut down."
Tara held to Matt's hand. "How long will she live for?" she sobbed.
Dr. Yang and Dr. Coco briefly looked at each other.
"We could interfere medically as much as possible. We could continue letting the machines do what they do and we could administer as much medications as her body could take, with your consent of course. Or, we could let Mother Nature be and let her go naturally. The choice is ultimately yours."
"And you are sure, there isn't much to be done?" asked Luis Mario, who was choked with unshed tears.
"Her survival rate is probably less than 1%, unfortunately. There aren't enough resources in the medical field for preemies. It's an evolving field and there are still groundbreaking work being done. Regrettably, we just don't have enough knowledge as to how to turn things around for your baby. We need more doctors, more funds, more of everything," finished off Dr. Yang, with a ting of regret in her voice.
Dr. Coco stood, "we will give you some time. I know Dr. Clark is advising against you leaving the room, but let the nurse know when you want to go down to the NICU and I'll make sure that they'll have everything ready for you."
Tara nodded and watched with tears in her eyes as all the doctors and Belize walked out of the room.
Matt sat next to her and Tara leaned her head on his shoulder and proceeded to cry for all the pain she felt inside her.
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Saturday, October 11th, 1997, 7:33pm
"They usually don't allow anyone in here after 6," whispered Belize as he pushed her wheelchair. Tara looked in front of her not saying a word, her eyes so swollen because of all the tears she had shed in her hospital room.
Luis Mario and Matt weren't allowed into the secure area of the NICU given it was past visiting hours so it was just Belize accompanying her.
Belize paused in front of a door and Tara saw another nurse making notations in a chart.
"Are you ready for this, Tara?" Belize whispered.
Tara swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to blink back her tears. She nodded and Belize pushed the door open with one hand while trying to maneuver her inside by pushing her chair with the other.
The nurse waited for Belize and Tara to be fully in the room before quietly exiting the room.
Belize wheeled her closer to her daughter and Tara placed her hands in front of her so they touched the incubator.
She sobbed quietly as she looked at her baby.
"I'll leave you alone, sweetheart," said Belize gently.
"No, please don't leave me alone. I can't bear it right now."
Tara felt Belize's hand on her shoulder.
"Cry it all out, my love. Cry it all out."
The baby could probably fit in the palm of her hand. There was a tube down her nose and her small body had a bunch of wires attached to her. Many machines beeped around them, synchronized in a weird melody.
Tara leaned forward and kissed the incubator, near where the baby's head was.
"Hi, my love. I am your mommy," she whispered.
Her skin looked like peach fuzz and it was nearly translucent.
"I'm so sorry I didn't take better care of you. I'm sorry for not protecting you from him," she whispered as the tears ran down her cheeks. "But, I promise you, that he will pay, my love. He will pay."
Tara heard the door open but her eyes remained on her daughter.
"Excuse me, but you both must leave now. Doctors will start rounding soon and the unit must be cleared."
Belize asked for a few more minutes and the nurse relented when she heard Tara's sobs.
"Five more minutes but then you must leave or the charge nurse will have my head."
Belize thanked her and started rubbing Tara's back until her sobs calmed down a bit.
"She isn't going to make it, is she?"
"It doesn't look like it, sweetheart."
"Is she in pain?"
"No, sweetheart. Dr. Yang and the other doctors have her so sedated she can't feel a thing."
"So she won't ever know I was here." This thought made her heart break more.
"She might be sedated but she feels you here, Tara. She knows that her momma is here to be with her even if it's for such a short period of time. You have to believe that. You have to believe she feels your love. And you also cannot blame yourself for what happened. Both you and she were defenseless against that monster."
Tara took a couple of breaths and looked at her baby. She tried memorizing as much as possible of her baby.
"Tara, we have to go."
Tara nodded and Belize wheeled her out of the room where she burst into hysterical sobs as soon as the door to the NICU closed.
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Sunday, October 12th, 1997, 2:13pm
Tara sat in her wheelchair watching her baby struggle for life. Every breath was a struggle. That morning Dr. Yang explained how the baby's levels were doing so poorly that pretty soon, only the machines would keep her alive. Tara cried nonstop for about an hour and then begged Dr. Clarke to allow her to spend most of her day down in the NICU. The good doctor relented although he advised against it, given her injuries. He explained that she should be resting in a bed rather than crying hysterically while sitting on a wheelchair.
There was a brief knock on the door and Dr. Yang walked in with Belize at her heels.
"Tara," greeted Dr. Yang.
Tara didn't bother turning around. "Just tell me," she whispered as she leaned her head on the incubator.
Dr. Yang spoke about new labs they ran and other medical terms. Tara closed her eyes and tuned her out.
"Tara, darling?"
She felt Belize's hand on her shoulder.
"How long?" she whispered.
"The way things are looking, the baby could go one of two ways. Given that her kidneys are not fully developed, the small filtration they are doing, will completely stop and her body will fill up with toxics and eventually, she will go into what is considered multi-organ failure. Or, the second way is for her to have what we would consider a heart attack. Her heart is already rather fragile and it's a matter of time before it gives up entirely."
Tara opened her eyes and let out a shaky breath.
"Will I ever to get to hold her, while she is alive?"
"Not if we are waiting for those two options that I just mentioned."
Tara leaned back and opened her eyes.
"Belize, could you please get me the NICU social worker. She, Dr. Yang and I need to have a discussion."
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Monday, October 13th, 1997, time: unknown
Everything felt foggy as Dr. Yang and the residents assisting her droned on and on as Tara signed multiple papers given to her by the social worker, Lauren.
Once in a while, she felt Luis Mario's reassuring hand on her shoulder as Matt's sniffles added to the endless voices always talking. At one point, Mr. Diaz came in with a Catholic priest and Tara nodded when he asked if it was ok to give the baby the last rites. She felt like she was suspended in the air, everything happening so fast yet she felt so isolated in the moment, although, she was surrounded by people who loved her deeply.
When Matt first came in with a small light pink teddy bear, his eyes were red and swollen from all the crying he did prior to arriving. When he first saw the baby, Matt burst into fresh, uncontrollable tears. He apologized several minutes later when he was able to get them under control. She barely heard what he and Luis Mario were saying as her eyes were solely looking at her small baby. She tried to cherish every second of her time with her baby.
Belize was amazing, removing people who did not have to be there swiftly and demanding that everyone be as quiet as possible. Only medical staff could speak in brief sentences and Belize always glared at the residents when they sounded too cold or harsh when addressing Tara. Enough was the ire of the sassy nurse that all residents begrudgingly complied with his demands.
Dr. Coco also made an appearance and demanded everyone but she and Tara to leave the room. While alone, Dr. Coco pulled a chair and sat next to Tara and just held her hand. The doctor did not utter a word—she just sat with Tara and in those moments, Tara did not feel so alone.
After Dr. Coco left, Luis Mario came in and also sat with them. Unlike Dr. Coco, he brought a book of Spanish poetry and read them aloud to the baby, his rich voice drowning out the constant beeping of the machines.
The biggest surprise came when Derek made an appearance, his hands shaking due to his soberness. For the first time in years, her father was sober and present enough to advocate for her whenever the nurses asked for Tara to leave the room for the baby's constant checkups. Derek even got into a brief argument with Dr. Clarke when he came into the NICU and asked Tara to get some rest in her room. Tara refused to move from her baby's side. When the doctor threaten to forcefully remove her from the NICU for the night, Derek went berserk. Dr. Clarke and Derek's voices carried over to the rest of the unit, prompting security to be called. It was after Belize intervene, like a fairy godmother, that both men calmed down enough to list ento reason. Belize came up with a compromise. A cot was brought and every time Tara felt tired enough, she would lie down but she never did to the dismay of the good doctor and pride of her father. She heard him mutter something about her strong Irish blood.
All in all, Tara felt drained and sad. She finished signing the paperwork and handed the clipboard to Lauren. Lauren thanked her and walked out with, the residents shadowing Dr. Yang following closely behind.
Dr. Yang cleared her throat. "Sorry, I had you fill all that paperwork now but I find it to be easier on parents. Get all that paperwork out of the way, before…" she stopped speaking and took a deep breath. "I know it might not feel like it, but Tara, I think you are brave. In my opinion, you are doing the right thing. Just let me know when you are ready."
Tara nodded.
"Luis Mario, can you…?" she whispered and she noted how he moved closer.
He had a small camera in his hand and he proceeded to take a couple of pictures of the baby.
"Have you decided on a name?" asked Belize.
"Leila Isabella Teller-Knowles," she responded. "Once she is out of the incubator, can you all please leave the room? I want to be alone with my daughter."
"Of course," responded Dr. Yang.
"Anything you need, baby girl," agreed Belize.
Tara nodded. "Ok, I am ready," she whispered.
Dr. Yang nodded and stood opposite Tara across the incubator. Belize put a beautiful white cashmere baby blanket in Tara's lap. Dr. Yang opened the incubator and started unhooking Leila from all the machines. Tara felt her chest tightening. She watched as Dr. Yang removed the breathing tube. She barely noticed as Luis Mario, Matt, Derek and Belize left the room. Dr. Yang carefully picked up Leila and walked around the incubator. She placed Leila in Tara's arms and helped Tara wrap her in the blanket given by Belize.
"I'll be outside," Dr. Yang whispered.
Tara gasped at the overwhelming feeling of sorrow. Leila Isabella struggled to breathe and Tara brought her lips to her baby's head. Planting a small kiss, Tara looked at precious gift that was being ripped from her life.
Tara opened her mouth and allowed for the words to follow freely.
Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean.
Tara felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, as her baby gasped for air. She continued singing the song her mother sang to her many times when she was a kid.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona?
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
She moved to hold one of Leila's small hands. Tara brought Leila closer to her lips singing the song while her lips brushed on her daughter's cheek. Tara closed her eyes.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin'
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin'?
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow.
Her voice cracked as she hugged her daughter tighter to her.
I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailing'
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a-feelin.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you're goin'.
Tara opened her eyes and looked at her daughter for one last time.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
It was 9:48pm when Dr. Yang came in and declared the time of death of Leila Isabella Teller-Knowles.
