Your hands are covered in your little brother's blood. You move your hands up and down on JJ's chest and you're sobbing trying to get him back. He can't be dead, you won't let that happen. It's your brother, your little brother, your baby brother. You two were close, close because you were only 2 years apart and with Luke's abuse. You had each other back, Maybanks for life.

That was until you ran away at 16 with your 18-year-old boyfriend and didn't come back for 2 years. To say he was mad at you was an understatement. You tried and tried and he kept pulling his hand away over and over again until after he got arrested and Luke beat the crap out of him so you dealt with Luke. That was 4 years ago.

You had your baby brother back for 4 years and now you're trying to bring him back to life with your bare hands. The rest of them are crying watching you. You are crying without any noise.

Rafe watches you until you do mouth-to-mouth again, and he grabs you, "Hey, hey, hey."

You try to shake him off to grab him again but Rafe grabs your face as you cry, "No, he can't be dead, no that's my brother, that's my baby brother!"

"Name, name, name, hey baby!" Rafe says loudly, and you look at him and stop talking. He takes a breath before saying, "I love you, I love you name. Okay? Do you hear me?"

You stare at him with big wet eyes before a sob rips out of your throat and you cling to him. You told Rafe to only tell you that when he knows it is gonna save you. And he just did.

Everyone else around you two looks at you in shock as you cling to Rafe with your whole body and he holds you up as you sob/scream as your brother's dead body is not even 5 feet away from you, "Just let it out. Let it out, baby. I'm here."