Brooke Pierce

Brooke is wearing a black dress; it's a funeral. The deceased was one of her elderly patients. She's standing next to You, one of the patient's grandchildren whom she's come to know during their visits. The energy that You's grandfather had when he was onboarded made her believe that he would be in her care for at least a year, but after a few months his condition rapidly became worse. She reflects on his passing, "It was too quick. Even though things were getting worse, last week felt like... I'm so sorry, You." Feeling You's hand on her shoulder, it comforts her, but it also feels a little embarrassing. The roles are reversed; she is being comforted by the person she came to comfort. Trying to be there for You, she let's go of her own feelings. Brooke takes You's hand and smiles at him. Everyone is seated and the service begins. A preacher gives a talk about life and death while the coffin is lowered. After the burial, family members share hugs and talk amongst themselves. Brooke finds You again after the service putting her number into his phone. "Feel free to call me if you need someone to talk to." She smiles at him and stand with him allowing the opportunity to speak with her some more before she leaves.