It was stupid, crawling under the truck, gas leaking, pieces falling off, just to hold her hand. But it was important. Even as young as I was, I knew it was important. There was no fixing her, no worrying if only medics could get there on time. She was beyond repair, her heart just didn't know any better to stop yet. And I didn't know any better but to stay with her until it did. I stayed with her for the rest of her life. She will stay with me for the rest of mine.