Each sister held one of her hands, and Melpomene clutched back, but struggled to find the strength in her hands to clutch has hard as she wanted to. To have her sisters there instead of Alan wasn't what she wanted, and she struggled to accept that it was all she was going to get. Acceptance was still... a long way off, through a whole landscape of denial and regret and protective anger. Melpomene's sob turned into a long groan of pain at another jab of sharp discomfort against her ribs. Denial and regret and anger and physical pain.
She didn't want to accept that they were all she had, but she didn't want to let go of them either. "I'll have Apollo too," she gritted out, reminding herself. "He'll - he'll be there." He'd better be, after she'd lost so much for him already. He'd better be there for everything.