I want to be your favorite hello. And your hardest goodbye. – Unknown

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He slipped his hand under hers and let his head fall. He tried to pray; he tried to cry...but he couldn't. Occasionally he looked up at her face; and tried to drown out the sounds of the medical equipment screaming at him. A constant reminder she was slipping further and further away…

People would pass through from time to time; but he remained a fixture at her bed side. Her Doctor wished he had words of comfort; but knew the moment he saw the pain in Gibbs eyes; that nothing would help. And nothing ever would. Sometimes he'd place a gentle hand on his shoulder; but learned quickly its lack of effectiveness. Other visitors would frequent; but any conversation was taken into the hall. After work hours; the rest of the team would place themselves around the room for the evening. Gibbs never moved.

Even as they raced in to save her; and the screaming equipment was silenced. He never let go of her hand…And till this day; finds himself lying in bed at night, staring at his empty hand...

Its then, he prays…and it's then and only then…he cries.