A/N: This is Neal’s POV on Dom and Kel’s deaths. I was rereading reviews and one reviewer suggested I do Neal’s perspective. I just thought I’d give it a go.

I stare down at the graves and silently curse the skies

I could have saved them; I could have at least tried

As I stand here, I sink to my knees and wonder why

I wasn’t there when either of them died

A friend stays through thick and thin

When your stomach is weak from too much gin

Or when you just need a joke or funny grin

A friend is like a non-related twin

So what did I do to commit this sin?

The answer is plain

Yet it doesn’t leave me sane

Everyday I feel its pain:

Like some of my patients,

I was there at the time their life

Was too late to save

Too late to take them from the strife

I stare down at the graves and silently curse the skies

I could have saved them; I could have at least tried

I’m a healer; I comfort the sick and my dying

And yet I’m wondering why

I wasn’t there when either of them died.