All Theo can hear is the steady vacuum of air huffing in and out beside him, attached to his little girl, keeping her alive. The constant drip of Polly's IV, while not heard, creates the all to well known silent drip each time he sees it fall into the tube; he can't even look at her, not like this.

"..Cup?" she breaths out beside him, causing him to tear his eyes away from the cords dangling out of her to look at her pale face. It makes his own normally stoic expression falter, but only for a moment.

"Want chya cup, da'hlin'?" he asks pointlessly, bending over to dig in her diaper bag. "Daddeh gon' gitchu yer cup."

He pulls out the two year old's sippy cup, and makes sure there's enough juice inside to stain up the bed should she spill it everywhere, but when he looks up, the rhythmic drip that was her IV has turned into a broken faucet that won't seem to turn off and the floor of the recovery room below her bed starts to flood with water.

He takes a step back, but there's no sound as the water splashes around his feet as the floor starts to blacken and buckle. All he can hear is the soft cries coming from her, calling for him.

The ground, seemingly from the weight, starts sinking into a pit that slowly sucks the child in as the room continues to flood. It creeps up to his knees, and grows ever higher, sluggishly soaking him to the bone.

"Polleh, no!"

He reaches into the vortex of water, but it's too deep, it's too dark. A rush of panic overwhelms him, thumping hot in his chest, bathing his head in clouds of fear as he's forced to take a step back. The water rushes up to his chest, sloshing against the walls and windows as it overtakes the room.

He tries to move closer, and the faint, blurry image of his daughter's face can be seen just below the rippled surface before she sinks into the black abyss, disappearing forever.

He falls back down on the bed, head hitting the pillow with a quiet thud as Charli sleeps soundlessly beside him, blissfully unaware of what's coursing through his mind.

Arm thrown over his eyes, he shuts them tight, warding off the impending tears before he swings his legs over the side of the bed and heads downstairs to their stash in the living room. Coke cures everything, but there's one thing he'll never forget.