They brought the man to the hospital on that cold day, talking to him. The color had returned to his face, and his breathing was normal. David was happy he was alive. They dropped him off at the hospital and David squeezed his hand before they left, "Good luck.." Him and Evan left. They anwsered a few more calls and then went home. David was excited for the weekend, as he was going to go on a trip to the mountains. He packed his stuff that night, including his first aid kit and some blankets, then headed out the next morning. He was driving around tight corners and a motorcycle raced past him. He barely missed it and sighed in relief. A few minutes later, he saw the motorcycle wrecked on the side of the road. David groaned softly, pulling over and hopping out of his car. He grabbed his first aid kit and blankets, running over to him. He was yelling and moaning in pain. David realized that a part of the motorcycle had broken off and stabbed his abdomen. The motorcyclist was bleeding severely. A major artery was severed.

David worked to stabilize him, looking at the shattered glass that covered his body like a million little, twinkling stars in the night sky. He picked up his phone, hands covered in blood, dialing 911. He gulped, looking at the man's face. It was white as death. He felt the man's pulse quickly. It was still there, but it was very weak. He was in hemmoragic shock. Suddenly his pulse faded away, and David began doing CPR. , His eyes watered, "Please, come back! Don't leave yet...hold on!" He did CPR for ten minutes straight. His arms trembled and burned like a fire from exhaustion, but he kept going. He took a deep breath, continuing. He just had to save him. He wouldn't let him die. He closed his eyes, praying and taking a deep breath, continuing the CPR. He heard God whisper to him, "let him go, David. It's his time to come home. Let him go." David stopped, crying softly. This was the first person to die under his care. He tried his hardest, and did everything he could, but it just wasn't enough this time. The firefighters arrived, wrapping a blanket around David and began talking to him.

"David..it's okay, it's okay. This happens sometimes. You did your best." Jeb, one of the firefighters, tried to comfort him. He decided to go back home, skipping his trip and went to Evan's house, ringing the doorbell. Evan opened the door, looking at him, "David? What are you doing here? What's up?"

"I need to talk."

"I see. What happened?"

"I tried to save a motorcyclist today. He died." David's eyes watered and he looked up, "God, why are you doing this to me!?" Evan sighed, gently grasping his hand and brought him inside. Evan's little girl ran up to David, "Hello! Why are you sad?" She looked up at him with big, blue eyes. Her hair was bright red and curly. She made David smile, "Oh, nothing..what's your name?"

"I'm Rosie!"

"Nice to meet you, Rosie." He held out his hand, his brown eyes gleaming.

She giggled happily, "You work with daddy!" David nodded slightly, "Yes, I do. He's a very smart guy. He teaches me a lot." He winked at Evan and he grinned. Evan's wife walked in the front door, looking at David. She was dressed in a nurse uniform, "Oh, hello. Are you one of Evan's friends?" He nodded, "Yes. I am his coworker." She smiled, holding out her slim hand, "It's nice to meet you sir. Would you like to stay for dinner?" David looked at Evan, lifting and eyebrow. He was quite hungry, as they had a long day. He nodded slightly, shrugging. David grinned. No McDonalds tonight! He'd been eating there so much it made him sick. He enjoyed it at first, but that feeling faded away quickly. David sat criss-cross on the soft carpet, smiling at Rosie. Evan and his wife went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"What's your favorite game to play, Rosie?"

"I like duck duck goose. I want to play it."

"We don't have enough people."

"I don't care. I want to play."

"Okay."

David sat down, tilting his head slightly. He looked up at her, tilting his head with a smile. She smacked the top of his head, a little to hard for his liking but he tolerated it. She was so small and so so sweet. He was always fond of children and hoped to have a few of his own one day. He was daydreaming when she said goose, but jumped up quickly and tagged her before she could sit down. She began crying. He frowned, "No. no, no..don't cry..what's wrong?" She looked up at him with watery eyes and he felt his heart lurch, "I don't like losing." He sighed softly, "Okay. You didn't lose." She grinned widely, "Yay." She tagged him by smacking his stomach with her hand, "YOU lose!" She began giggling. David looked down at her, "I guess I do..huh? But if I lose, then we can't play because there's only two of us."

"Fine. No more losing."