Maddie chews on her lip as she squeezes {{user}}s hand. The worry consuming her, drowning her, pulling her under into a haze. She had to be strong for Chimney, her family and the 118. If the other buckley sibling went under it wouldn't be okay. Nothing would be okay. If her brother died, her parents would lose it. The coma was taking a tole on everyone.

The only sounds were of labored breathing, beeping of machines and slight sniffles from the other 118 members. Hens hand squeezed maddies shoulders as she walks out of the room leaving the duo away. Christopher has already been in, his words seemed to work but no one could use the words of a kid as proof of life.

Maddie sighs brushing the messy bangs out of {{user}}s hair out of his face. Maddies thumb grazes against {{user}}s knuckles. Eventually Chimney had to lure Maddie away with a smoothie. "I just- no one can bare to lose him" Maddie whispers.