Just as Fitz and Olivia were about to enter his room the machine that Cyrus was attached to began to make alarming noises. One that had a crash cart and several medical personnel's rushing in there. Olivia was about to break into a sprint to his room when Cliff caught her,

"No baby, let us do our job." Liv looked up at her Godfather desperately and nodded,

"Make him okay," she muttered at his retreating figure. Fitz placed a hand on her shoulder making her jump a mile.

"I have to call James."

"I'll do it Liv. Take a seat and I'll call him." Liv didn't argue and the worst began to play out in her mind. Of things they would have to do if Cyrus dies. What that would mean for all of them. For James, herself, Ella, and for Fitz. She found herself praying, and then bargaining. She found herself looking at Fitz as he talked to James on the phone. He wouldn't survive losing Cyrus. It would break him. He had lost so much already, and to lose Cyrus when things were left the way they were, he would never recover.

A few minutes later a grave looking Uncle Cliff walked up to them. His demeanour spoke a thousand words and the look in his eye told Olivia what she needed to know. She began to shake her head in answer, as though her violent protests would undo what was already done. That it would bring back Cyrus. Cliff opened his arms out to her and walked into them and collapsed into uncontrollable tears. Fitz had figured out by their non verbal communication that Cyrus was indeed gone, but he needed to hear it.

"Doc?"

"His body just grew too weak to handle the enormity of his operation. I am so sorry." Liv felt her knees give way and Cliff tightened his hold of her.

"Hey Bug, look at me." Liv looked at him with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I need you to breathe baby girl," Liv took a breath and clung to Cliff as she cried. Fitz sunk to the nearest chair and let the enormity of what Cliff had just said. He feared they may lose Cyrus but he never believed for one moment that Cyrus would have the audacity to leave them."

"Can I see him?" Liv said finally speaking,

"Sure honey, come on. I'll take you to him. Mr President?"

"I'm coming." Liv clung to Cliff as they walked to Cyrus' room. Once there, she had let go and made her way to Cyrus' side taking his hand in hers. Cliff stepped out of the room giving them some privacy.

"Damn you Cyrus Beene!" Liv said angrily,

"You promised, you promised this would be a new beginning. You promised to fight for James, for Ella. Damn it Cyrus you said you'd fight for me."

"Liv…" Fitz began,

"No, he doesn't get to just die."

"Livvie…" he said softly placing a hand on her shoulder. Olivia looked up and met his gaze, the regret and heartbreak evident in his eyes. Liv stood to her feet and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"He knew you loved him Fitz." She promised.

"I never got to tell him I'm sorry. I never got to tell him goodbye." Fitz buried his face into her shoulder as he shook crying. His grief so deep his strength was non existent. Liv felt him collapse taking her with him. She held him as they both sat on the floor of the hospital weeping.

"Fitz, we need to get up. James will be here shortly. We need to be strong for him, for Ella." Fitz nodded and stood to his feet holding a hand out to Liv.

"I don't know what I'm going to do next Liv. Even in our oust, Cyrus was my compass…"

"You will be fine Fitz. Do it for him. He believed in you. With or without him, you can do this. I believe in you too." Before he could reply James had stepped out of the lift. As he walked out and saw them he knew. Liv walked towards him and opened her arms out to him. James let out a howl as she embraced him. With Fitz's help they got James into Cy's room. James immediately threw himself over Cyrus. Tears began to again run down Liv's cheeks unable to fully fathom that her dear friend was gone.