The blooded tools slipped out of his hands and onto the cold tiled floors.

His foot remained firmly rooted it, as he watched her slowly slip into the claws of death. And death simply devoured her whole.

His head lowered itself and looked at his bloodstained gloves.

The thought slowly seeped in as Ashleigh was wheeled out of the room.

It dawned onto him that even after he had tried to save her, he couldn't save her.

Because she had died in his hands.