"Please..." The word was whispered, almost a whining tone to it. If he would only say it, if he would only tell her what she wanted to hear, than everything would be okay, everything would be fine. But he wouldn't. He wouldn't, because...
Because she's dead.
"No. Not her, T. Not- Not my Mum, I can't-" For a second, her eyes seemed to burn and then tears were spilling down her cheeks as she barely managed to bite back the sob that wracked her body. "No, no- Mum, you can't be- She can't- I- why?" She looked up at him through the tears, hand clenching into his arm so tightly that if his shirt hadn't been in the way, her nails would be biting into his skin. "W-why T? Why is she d-dead? H-how is sh-she dead? She didn't do anything, T! Tell me, please. I d-don't understand. Y-you have t-to tell me!"