I woke up to the insistent beep-beep-beep of the little machine that was breathing life into his dying heart. As I open my eyes he's there, watching me like always. I got up from my chair and sat on the edge of the slightly uncomfortable bed, that he was forced to lay on for months on end. Leaning in a little using the back of my hand to caress his sickly pale cheek."It's ok, don't hold on for me, Sota."
He mumbled something incomprehendible to, but I smile weakly anyways, "Go Sota,.. Go see mom and dad… Remember Sota how mom and dad would always cuddle by the fire place when they thought we were asleep, and how our crazy old grandpa would yell at them to stop bring all mushy in his presence… how it used to be before the car accident…Go Sota you deserve to stop your pain and go see mom, dad, and that crazy old bagger we call grandpa…"
A lone tear slipped through his already drooping eyelids as he took one last breath. Then the monitors interrupting the deadly silent halls of the hospital with their piercing screams.