-Heather would curiously find a guitar and sighs, speaking to herself- "I haven't played this for a while.." -she looks up her favorite song on her phone, the name of the song "Born without a Heart" by Faouzia then she starts playing the guitar as she lucky still remembered how then she quietly started to sing as she usually sings by herself in a quiet place or around her horses but she has never sang in front of anyone-

"I'm an angel, tell me what you mean by that

I take it all and I will never give it back

I don't feel sorry everytime I see you cry

Everytime you start, I'm waiting for your tears to dry"

"I don't really care, and I never will

That's the way I am, such a bitter pill

I don't really care, how much silence kills

That's the way I am"

"No, I wasn't born without a heart

I wasn't always like this, no

Watched you break me, no

Now you blame me

No, I wasn't born with all these flaws

And that's what made me like this, no

Can you blame me, no?"

"I'm a nightmare, I know what you mean by that

I can't wake up from all these scary dreams I have"

"I don't really care, and I never will

That's the way I am, such a bitter pill

I don't really care, how much silence kills

That's the way I am"

"No, I wasn't born without a heart

I wasn't always like this, no

Watched you break me, no

Now you blame me

No, I wasn't born with all these flaws

And that's what made me like this, no

Can you blame me, no?"

"I wasn't born like this

Hurt people, hurt people

I'd rather be heartless

Than have my heart in pieces"

"No, I wasn't born without a heart

I wasn't always like this, no

Watched you break me, no

Now you blame me

No, I wasn't born with all these flaws

And that's what made me like this, no

Can you blame me, no? Oh, oh, oh.."

-sighs as she mumbles to herself- "I guess that sounded okay.."

Tristan | HJI | Emily, Riley, Tim

Tristan stifled a large laugh as Tim snarkily replied to Riley's desperate assurances, trying his best not to add to them. Angrily, the gentle giant looked down at the male rider with desperate eyes. "What does he mean by that? Is he being sarcastic?!"

"No, not at all," the brunet deadpanned. "He's trying to be supportive, let him try..."

As Tristan gave Tim a humored glance, Riley skeptically looked at both of them, before retreating to the chair. "If you say so," he grumbled.

--

Only a small while later the nurses came back for the trio. Riley leapt up boldly, in a more dramatic fashion than necessary, leaving Tristan to roll his eyes and slowly stretch to his feet. The two young men walked behind, and by the time they got to the hallway, they heard Emily's irate screams at her step-brother.

"Nurse!" She pleaded, tears in her voice. Tristan didn't have to see her to know what she looked like at that moment. "Get him out of here! I don't want to see him!"

"Emily! I'm fixing this for you! What are you saying? You love me. You want this."

Banging his forehead against a nearby wall, Tristan glanced over to Tim, worried of what was going to happen next.

"Just because you don't have legs anymore doesn't mean we can't be together..."

"Oh, my God. Make it stop, please. Somebody make it stop..."

Tim had fought the urge to return a sly smirk to Tristan,instead keeping his eyes to the floor in waiting.He was anxious- incredibly anxious at that.

So after a while,He had like Tristan held back a groan at Riley, standing slowly with a hesitant stretch before striding along beside his aquantance.

But by the time they reached the room - Riley having been long gone Tim had felt his heart slip a few beats at the sounds.He couldn't see Emily,And couldn't remember having ever heard a tearfilled scream like that.

So with his now pledge to be calm utterly forgotten,Tim gave Tristan a look almost asking for a approval - But as it seemed he was thinking the same thing it was all he needed.

With a lightly clenched fist,The blonde walked in with fire-filled eyes,Before even taking in the scene just growling,

"Get.Out.Now."

His eyes didn't really look to Emily,Watching Riley with daring eyes and a surprisingly calm posture.It was almost a manic - A dangerous stance.

Tristan | H/J | Emily, Riley, Tim

Tristan watched Riley slide past him in a furious flurry, not bothering to say anything as he walked angrily out of the room, visibly seething. He hadn't paid any mind, though, because he was more worried about Tim's welfare. Emily was still screaming, throwing things at Tim, accusing him of things he'd definitely done in a tear-stained tone.

"Why are you here?! Get out! Now! You think you can just waltz in here and pick up the pieces?! This is your fault! I needed you and you weren't here, and this is all because of you." With tears in her eyes, she couldn't stop throwing things. But, in one solid motion, her entire body clenched, going limp.Tristan hurriedly rushed in as the girl laid flat in the bed, the monitors making terrifying noises, after calling for a nurse. He put a hand on Tim's shoulder as the nurses hurried in. "She's coding, get a crash cart!"

"Tim, c'mon, let's go for a walk..." He couldn't handle the sight of the girl coding on the table any more than he was handling the sight of her completely different personality on he medications she was receiving, but she knew Tim wouldn't ever recover from watching her die. Therefore, he decided it would be best to get him outside before it occurred.

(Ahh,This is too stressful! Dx )

Tim had calmed into a very much weaker position as soon as Riley had left,The anger drifting from his body to leave him feeling helpless once again.

And then Emily began on him,The young blonde just standing and taking it with a bowed head.He didn't plead,Didn't look up,Didn't speak.He simply stood with fallen shoulders,An expression of pure guilt.Tim knew she was right - And quite easily took the blame onto his shoulders.

So when Emily started coding he had stood emotionless,Unmoving as the nurses worked around the bed.As Tristan spoke,Tim only listened partially,Staying for a few moments before leaving the room silently.He didnt want to leave - But what good was him to stay?

He walked waywardly toward the door,Giving Riley a straight look of Disguist before settling out side on a bench.It was slightly rotten,The beams wet but Tim was past caring about the water soaking into his jeans,Taking far too much attention in a close Bush.He couldn't find the tears to cry,Just thinking.

Tristan | HJI | Tim

Leaving both men to their own devices, Tristan watched from the window as they attempted to revive Emily. It took them one, maybe two minutes. He watched the medics look at one another, then begin saying something. With a bowed head, he watched them call a time of death, then look at one another with wide eyes as it slowly began beeping once more. He watched with a skeptical expression as her heart began to beat on its own once more, and though not a very emotional man, a few tears began to form at the sides of his eyes. It was truly beautiful, and fragile, the human life.

After a lengthy elevator ride, Tristan found his way outside to where Tim was sitting emotionlessly. He sat down on the bench in silence, not wanting to disturb the man's thoughts. He watched the rain puddle against the sidewalk, his eyes scanning the cracks as he contemplated what he had just witnessed.

-Heather would be laying on the couch, passed out as she curls into a ball a bit to try to keep herself warm. She would have her phone next to her on the coffee table as she would have the ringer on incase someone tried to call her, she rolled onto her back as her arm covered her closed eyes. She was defiantly sound asleep in a silent way since she got both Prince & Mystery already taken cared of but she still couldn't shake off the feeling that she was going to be on her own, injured or not as there was some part of her that wants to get back in the saddle-

He hadnt moved as Tristan sat beside him,Staying silent for quite a while.His breath was tense,Wanting to ask but not quite daring before he just spat it out rather matter-of-factly,

"Is she gone?"

Tim's tone was again emotionless to a normal eye,anyone that Truely knew him would notice the slight pain and hesitation In his voice despite his attempts to stay calm.This was partly forgotten as he began to speak out loud , His voice threatening to break a multiple times.

"This is my fault.I shouldn't have left - Or let that imbecile Waltz in there.I should have made him wait - Try make him listen.Instead I had to act the smart one..Oh Emily.."

His face fell helplessly into his palms,shutting his eyes as his breathing wracked his body.Still no tears wanted to come,The man drifting back to thought as his fatigued eyes closed tightly.

Tristan | HJI | Tristan

Tristan gave the man a sympathetic look, but made no efforts to 'make him feel better,' in the general sense, simply giving him the space to grieve. It's what he would want if his wife were on that bed, though it hardly seemed a fair and balanced comparison.

Softly, he replied to the man's question like it were just a 'how's your day going' or a 'how about this weather.' He had an even tone, directly replying, "she was." He gave it only a second, perhaps knowing that if the man actually heard those words, he might actually be able to release some of the grief better than stuffing it and replacing it with the adrenaline of trying to go and see her. "For about twenty seconds. Just as they were calling a time of death her heart started beating again. They knocked her out with a light sedative for about twenty minutes... ten or so now, since it's been a few minutes we've been down here. Just to ensure that her heart continues to work before she wakes up and gets all riled up again."

He waited for a pause before continuing on, asking something that made him a little bit uncomfortable. To him, asking about and having emotional conversations was a sign of weakness, but it felt necessary in the moment. "Hey, I know you're probably having a hard time with all of this, and the last thing you want to do is talk about it. But, it wouldn't be the first time someone has dumped all their emotional burdens in my lap." Tristan maintained a dull, sarcastic tone, not properly allowing Tim to gauge whether his words were genuine or not. Yet, he wasn't wrong. Both Tim and Emily had told him more than he probably needed to know way before he could say he knew them.

Tim had sat in his hands for a while,Listening to Tristan and going over his words.His aquaintance was right - The way he told him kept him calm, even a slight smile of relief playing on his lips.After a few moments he finally spoke with a calmer tone,

"She's a fighter huh?"

With this he glances up,trying to determine whether Tristan was being sarcastic before just giving up and giving an appreciative look,

"Thanks - Although I've got to say it wouldn't suprise me if you had."

He then stretches back,Wiping his reddened eyes.There was no point just barging in there so he just glances around,silently before speaking again,

"So I heard your a married man now?"

Tim gave a warm,eyebrow raised expression.