She watched as her life flash before her eyes. The large city had come into view. Her eyes scanned over the two dozen skyscrapers scattered across the horizon. Such a magnificent sight was laid out before her. The large 17 story building came into her main focused, the little bluebirds had flown by, the sun was setting in the distance, and the town is starting to turn in for the night. Seventeen stories up, she followed the gravel rocks across the roof to the scorching helipad. Standing on the enormous H, she looked down into the sweet innocent eyes of the child she let slip away to heaven. Her blue-eyed angel sent sweet baby girl was gone. Lost for words, she sat in silence. The world grew dark around her, she saw in shades of gray. The doctors and nurses watched as their mentor fell to her knees in agony and pain. She held her child in her arms for the last time. Tears streaming down her face, blood spewing out of her child, her mind going 100 miles in every direction, Dr. T had saved so many lives her time, but the one that meant the most to her, she couldn't. Lillian was all that Dr. Tiffany had left. Dr. T dedicated her life to her child and profession, especially after her husband's passing. Dr. T loves kids so much that she specializes in treating them. Day and night she took care of children trying to give them a sense of hope. She wanted them to feel like they meant something, like they actually have a chance to make it out of the grimy, germ infested place that they had to call home. Dr. T wanted to keep dreams alive. She brought in toys, games, movies, and even books for some of the nerds. Whatever it took, whatever she had to do to keep a smile on the children's faces, but not only did she keep their spirits up, she kept them alive. Dr. Tiffany was one of the top three pediatric doctors in the world. She let her big heart, passion for kids, and life dream of saving lives drive her to be the best that she could be. In which she let it do just that. It wasn't until this day that she questioned life and her purpose for living. The two most important things, beings, in her life were now gone. She never question life before, until this case, which was unanswerable. It was like a supernatural spirit had come over her daughter and decided she wasn't to live anymore. All her daughter wanted to do was spend a day with her mommy, helping save lives, but instead losing her own. As Lillian walked across the helipad, she began to convulse into a seizure. The winds picking up, sending object's flying everywhere. She's was impaled by a scapula, that had been set aside for the oncoming patient. She fell to the ground like a leaf from the tree in fall. Then it all stopped; the wind, the seizure, the talking, the world. It all froze in that sudden moment. A month had now passed since her husband's passing and now a week since her daughters. Finally able to get out of bed, she returns to work. She had a sense that someone was always following her, but Dr. T let it slide hoping it was the spirit of her husband and daughter. A good present, but she was wrong. Feeling gusts of wind she was thrown downstairs ran into walls, crashed into carts, and failed at making kids happy. For the final call of the day, she had to revisit the helipad. The nurses pulled the gurney from the helicopter and they try to revise the child lying in front of them, failing once again. Dr. T waits on top of the roof, crying screaming for answers. The wind starting to howl in her ears, stronger and stronger, she steps on top of the edge, passing back-and-forth. With one gust, and what felt like two sets of helping hands, Tiffany went over plunging for her death. Her eyes closing, heart slowing, she fell effortlessly. As she should've crushed upon the hard, hot cement, she awoke. The worst nightmare had just played through her mind. Tiffany sprung up in the bed, panting for air. Sweat dripping from her head. She got out of bed to go check on her sweet child, to see she was drifted away in a splendid dream. Going back to bed, to curl up in the arms of her security blanket, her husband pulling her close, reassuring her it's all okay. She drifted back off into the world of imagery. Just to realize she would never awake again. Her life was ripped away from the fingertips. Now leaving her husband and daughter all alone, her worst nightmare had been flipped to the opposite situation.