This is a bonus POV for the chapter The Lord Is My Shepard, part 3. If you don't know what chapter that is, it's the chapter where Garroth dies. I decided to write Garte's POV, as if he didn't die. So pretend he didn't die during the story, and enjoy!

Watching everyone say goodbye to my son was is the hardest thing I've ever seen. But now it's my turn, and I don't think I can do it. Tears flood my eyes. He's practically not even there now, it's just the machines giving him life.

But I can't just leave him there. What kind of father would that make me?

I walk slowly over to his deathbed, seeing his body covered in IVs and wires. His eyes are closed peacefully, as though he's ready to die. Zianna looks over at me, and then looks back. Tobin's arms are wrapped around her, trying to console her. I walk over to him, smiling.

As I approach him, I grab his hand tightly and lean down to his ear. My thumb strokes his hair and I can feel hot tears sliding slowly down my face. I begin to talk quietly to him.

"Hey, bud." I say to him, halfway expecting a response.

"You're okay, alright?" I tell him, my voice shaking with fear. I know he's in pain and there's nothing I can do about it.

Then I remember something we did with him as a baby.

We always wanted him to know he's loved. When he got cancer, we would name all the people that love him. It would calm him down and make him less afraid of needles and chemo treatment. I decide to do it one last time.

"Remember what we did when you were a baby? We named all the people that loved you." I explain to him while praying to god he can hear me.

"There's mom, and there's Tobin, Vylad, Zane, Aphmau..." I begin to choke up a bit. "Grandma, Laurance, everyone, G."

"Especially me, soldier." I tell him.

The doctor walks in and talks quietly to Zianna and Tobin, telling them it's time to let him go. I hold his hand tighter, just enjoying the next breaths he's taking. The doctor walks over, lightly touching his fingertip to the switch that'll kill my son. I shake my head quickly, not ready to lose him.

But I know I have to.

I remember him telling me that he was scared to die. He told both of us that he felt like he was failing us, too. We told him the opposite, that we weren't mad at him, especially since it wasn't his fault. I don't think he believed it, though. Mostly because he probably heard Zianna saying that he can't die, it can't be real.

The doctor presses the switch, and Garroths chest stops rising and falling. His heart rate is going down rapidly, but I have to say some last things to him before the line goes flat.

"It's okay, buddy. You can go, none of us will be mad." The tears flow down my face faster and drip off my chin.

"We love you, bud." I say to him.

The line goes flat. A monotone sound follows, and the whole room is silent. I back up away from him, my entire body shaking. I just lost my son, and I will never get him back. The doctor flips off the switch, and the monotone sound is gone. Tears flow down my cheeks. I find it useless to wipe them away.

I feel a tug on my sleeve in the silence. I look to my right to see Vylad, looking up at me with tears flowing down his cheeks and his bloodshot eyes. I sit down in one of the very uncomfortable chairs and he walks towards me. I wrap my arms around him.

"It's okay, Vylad. You're okay." I say as I kiss the top of his head.

"D-Dad..." he sobs. "He's gone... and we're never getting him back."

"I know, buddy." My voice shakes as I continue crying.

I look over to my right, seeing Zane sit in his own chair. No one seems to be consoling him at all. I know he's felt left out all his life, I can't let this be another time that he feels he's excluded.

"Hey Vylad?" I say to him. "You go hang out with Aphmau for a bit, okay? I'm gonna talk to Zane."

"D-Dad-" He begins.

"Just for a minute or so, okay?" I quickly cut him off.

He nods, tears running down his red cheeks. Vylad runs over to Aphmau and she engulfs him in a hug. I sigh, walking over to Zane. He looks down, his shiny black hair covering his eye. I put my hand on his shoulder, in a man-to-man way.

"You okay, Zane?" I ask him, my voice still shaking and my mind rattling with thoughts .

"I just lost my brother, dad..." He mumbles.

Another tear runs down my cheek. I wipe it away.

"I know, buddy. I know." I say softly.

"I-Its not fair... Why did he have to die?"

The question sends chills through my spine. How do I explain to him when I don't know the answer?

"I don't know, Zane. I wish I knew why." I respond, slightly rubbing his arm.

"Are we gonna be okay, dad?" He mumbles, but he's loud enough to hear.

"Yeah, Zane. We're gonna be fine." I respond to him, trying to make him feel as comfortable as possible.

"Are you sure?"

I take a moment, gathering my thoughts and making sure I know what I'm saying. I remember how when I found out that most of my family died. I told myself it would never be the same, and it wasn't. But I was okay, and I know we'll be okay.

"I'm sure."

I hope you guys enjoyed! Thank you for reading! Bye!