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Heart rate slowed... silk sheets lightly brushing his iced skin. His pale eyes staring up at the ceiling as he drew in his final ragged breath, or so he thought. Closing his eyes, he felt as though he were missing something. Death couldn’t quite touch his soul yet. Death couldn’t guide him into the uncertainty of the afterlife until… Opening his eyes once more, his hazy vision settled on a plump nurse who seemed so cautious of him, so careful in her movements, he began to feel as if the very air around him had become fragile.

"She's here, as you requested.” The nurse whispered. Clearing her throat, she straightened her back and watched the old man. “Are you sure you'd like to have her come by? She's only a child... she shouldn't have to see you like this." The woman spoke in a half soft, half demanding voice. She tried to keep her tone just as cautious as her frail movements, but she had to keep her point across. He must think of how this could impact the child to see him like this. The man only released a dry chuckle and shook his head. Small drops of blood adorned his lips after his laugh.

"If she's ever to see me at all... Now is the time." He stopped and waved his bony hand in a slight and yet short gesture. "Bring her in." He said, his voice hoarse, barely audible. Reluctantly, the woman bowed and approached the door of which a set of green eyes had been hidden behind, diligently watching through the keyhole. Seeing that the woman was returning to the door she entered moments ago, telling the girl to wait… the girl whom held those brilliant mossy orbs, counted ten silent steps backwards, folded her arms behind her back, and leaned to the side giving that sort of impression of a child bored of waiting rather than the nosey redhead she tended to be. Opening the door, the woman eyed the child and sighed somewhat, shutting the door behind herself and approaching the little girl.

"He's too ill, I'm afraid he is becoming unresponsive, my dear. Let’s go..." She ushered, pushing against the girl who seemed to be glued to the spot, despite her small size. She stood unwavering with a slight glare at the nurse.

"Do you often lie to children whom have death awaiting their dearest of connections?" She inquired curiously, the bite in her voice resembling the bite held in her blank stare as her gaze shifted from the door she had stared at all the while, to the woman who looked angry for only half a second before fear seemed to set in. No, not fear, pain. If anything wavered the girls anger, it was the sight of that pain. Knowing the woman was probably trying to protect her. But the girls stubbornness reminded her to hold her ground. Holding her anger and watching the woman, The girls eyes darkened with the slight spark of humor that crossed her lips. "Jullie?" She asked as the silence drew on from the woman, gathering the name at least from the tag resting on the woman's left breast. After another silence as the woman named Jullie released the girl's shoulders, the girl's eyes rested into a narrow gaze before she simply brushed past Jullie and the door Jullie had just closed.

The old man turned his head slightly and instantly moved to sit up at the sight of the child. "Ah... you... Airta..." He said, a smile crossing his face as he stared down at her fiery red curls and continued... "Please, come, sit with me." She wanted to run to him. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes but she wondered if it was for her Grandfathers life slipping in front of her or the brutally rancid smell of infected blood that filled the room. How had he lived so long in this condition? Was it really just to see her? She took a step forward.

I found this in some of my old writings... Maybe I should finish it. But I just couldnt just NOT share it, lol.