She sighed. "He's been like that lately, since his brother died. I don't know how to make it better for him," she said, and she climbed off the hospital bed. She made her way out of the room, and she walked down the row of ER beds, expecting Pierce to follow. She stopped at one, the bed of a very small girl, one who was alone and whose death rattle could be heard from the walkway. She leaned over her hospital bed, and she kissed the little girl's forehead, and the rattle stopped.
She came back to Pierce a moment later, and she tugged on his sleeve. "Let's go find my brother," she said, even as the little girl's machinery began beeping.