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........... Earlier ........... Harry ........... We get to the hospital, and a stretcher is immediately brought out to me. “Hang in the Arlo,” I mutter as we load him onto it before running inside, heading straight to the ER. Ross waits outside and Garcia comes inside and we hook him up on the machine and start working on him. I can barely feel his pulse as we start resuscitating him and he doesn't respond. I try over and over again, desperate as I call out his name, but Garcia takes my hand, causing me to stop. “No,” I whisper, lacing my fingers over my head as tears gleam in my eyes, the sound of the machine, haunting my ears as it confirms the horrible truth. I feel all my strength drain from my body as Garcia calls out the time of death and I lean on my knees. I failed. . .