Brock sat in a chair next to Reba's bed. He was holding her hand. He hadn't left the room in four days. The kids were at home trying to keep themselves together. They hadn't heard from Barbra Jean since the accident. Brock had left her many messages telling her to show up and take responsibility. He was still holding her hand when the doctor walked in.

"Mr. Hart, she's not doing very well. If she doesn't wake up soon there will be serious brain damage. I'm sorry." He walked out of the room to leave Brock alone. Brock tightened his grip on her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her hand and gently set it back down on the bed. He put his head down on the bed next to her side.

"Please wake up. The kids need you with to be with them. I need you too. Reba I never stopped loving you. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you and the rest of the family. Why couldn't she have hit me instead? I don't deserve to live, but you do." Brock was crying on the bed and he felt someone touch his shoulder. He looked up and saw a woman in a white coat standing over him. "Who are you?"

"I'm an angel."

"Why are you here?"

"Do you really wish she had hit you instead?"

"Of course I do. She doesn't deserve this."

"Would you like to see what would happen if it was you instead?"

"I just want to see her awake again."

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There was a flash of white. Brock saw Reba walk into the house. She left her shoes and purse next to the door. She walked upstairs to her room. She locked the door and changed out of her clothes. She put on a pair of sweatpants and one of Brock's old t-shirts. She curled into a ball on her bed. She started crying and held onto their wedding picture. It hurt him to see her crying like that. He wanted to pull her into his arms and tell her everything was alright. He heard her say the words he thought he'd never hear.

"I still love you Brock. Why'd you have to leave? I know you weren't mine anymore, but I can't help it. I'd rather watch you happy with her then not see you at all." Brock felt his heart shatter at the sight of her crying over her him. She put the picture on the night table and clenched the sheets in her hands. Brock turned his head when he heard someone knocking on the door. Reba stopped crying and went to the door. She unlocked it and open it a little bit to see who it was. She opened the door all the way to let Elizabeth in. They both sat on the bed, Brock thought Elizabeth looked different.

"Grandma, will you please stop crying over him? It's almost been two years. You need to go out and have fun again. When was the last time you smiled?"

"Honey, I can't just stop. I know how long he's been gone and I know I haven't smiled for longer. Is your mom here yet?" Brock noticed how Reba completely changed the subject. He left the room with the angel behind him.

"She's doing that after two years? We were divorced, but she still acts like this?"

"She didn't want a divorce, remember she wanted you to move back in. She has loved you since the day you two met."

"I want to see what happened in those two years."

"I'm not allowed to show you that. It's too much grief for me to show. But would you like to see how your life would be?"

"I guess but could I watch her a little longer?" She nodded as he walked back into her room. He sat on the foot of the bed as Elizabeth walked out. Reba got under the covers and started crying again. Brock sat in front of her and put his hand on her arm. She looked around her room. She swung her feet over the bed and walked to her bathroom. Brock followed her and he saw her face. She wiped the tears off her face. She picked up her razor from the ledge of the bathtub and Brock pulled her hand back away from her wrist. She looked around the room again. When she didn't see anybody she took a deep breath before she pulled it across her wrist. She put the razor back and watched the blood drip down her arm. Brock felt the tears build up in his eyes, he couldn't believe she would cut herself over him. She cleaned the blood off her wrist and the small puddle on the floor. He followed her out of the bathroom. She went back to bed to lie down. Brock sat next to her. As she cried herself to sleep Brock stared at her wrist. He noticed other scars that looked worse than the fresh wound. He sat on the bed until the angel poked his arm.

"Would you like to see your life now?" Brock nodded and another flash of white blinded him.