The drive to Bloomington was the fastest ever, I think, Jimmy was speeding terribly, it's no wonder we weren't pulled over. We arrived at the hospital, and I told the guys I wanted to go in alone.

I rushed in the hospital, and quickly located the nurses desk, asking her for my parents room numbers. She pointed me in their location, and I was on my way.

As I made it to the room they were sharing, I pushed through the door, and ran to their sides. What I saw laying in those hospital beds made me gasp in complete shock and horror. These people looked nothing like what my parents did the other day when I saw them. Both of their bodies were covered in gashes, and bruises. I started crying, immediately.

The doctor came in, and came to my side. "Bradley, I assume?" He asked towards me, and I nodded my head yes. "I'm Dr. Cowan. I'm so sorry you have to see them like this. We've kept them stabilized this long, but it's a miracle we've been able to. They aren't in good shape at all, Miss Cross. I'm so very sorry. I don't think they will make it much longer. I'll give you your time with them, while they are still with us." With that said, he left me alone in the room with my parents.

I knew then that this was the last time I'd be seeing my parents alive. It was going to be their time to go soon, and, although I thought it to be too soon for them to go, God had a greater plan, and I knew he'd take care of them, until I saw them again, one day.

I walked over to my mother, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'm so sorry, Mommy. I wish there was something I could do to help you and Daddy." I took her hand gently in mine, and rubbed my thumb along it. "I love you so much, Mom. I'll never forget you. Someday, I'll see you, again." I then let go of her hand, and planted one last kiss on her cheek, before walking over to my dad's bed.

I gently grabbed his hand, and held it in my own. "Daddy, you've always had the greatest advice. I don't know what I'm going to do without you." I started to cry uncontrollably, and had to stop speaking momentarily to catch my breath. I looked up at my dad, and noticed his eyes were open, and he was looking at me. "Daddy?" I choked out.

"I love you, pumpkin." He spoke, then his eyes closed, and his heart monitor started beeping loudly, along with my mother's, signaling the doctors, and nurses nearby, and I knew they were both gone. Those were the last words I'd ever hear from my father. I didn't even get to tell him I loved him.

"I love you, daddy." I whispered, looking up at the ceiling. I let my head fall, and the tears flow freely, as the people rushed in to the room.

"I'm so sorry, Bradley." Dr. Cowan approached me. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave the room momentarily, while we attempt to bring them back."

I left the room, and went into the hall, leaning against it, and letting my body slide to the floor below. I wished with all my heart that there was something, anything I could do, but there was nothing. I sent out a silent prayer to God, before the Doctor came out of the room, and approached me once again.

"They're gone, Bradley. I'm so very sorry. You are welcome to go back in the room, now, and see them one last time." He helped me up, and together we walked into the room. I sat there staring at them, not knowing what to do, as the tears fell hopelessly.

I heard one of the doctors speak, on his way out of the room. "Time of death 4:37 P.M, the 27th of May, 2013."

That's when it hit me, with all the commotion today, I'd forgotten my own birthday. Today I turned nineteen.