The nights were far too long for anyone's likes. In particular one person's fight for survival was to be dramatically cut short. 'We give him only two months maximum', 'I think it's time to just let go', 'we don't think he's going to survive the night'. The doctors told me everything. The last thing they told me was 'I think we should turn of the life support' I looked at the man in the bed, he looked so peaceful, but they all do, I told myself. I nodded to the doctor in charge and he turned off the switch that kept his precious life. I held his hand as his heart slowly began to fade. I kissed his forehead, a gesture I have repeated many a time when I thought he was sleeping in our bed. I looked at the nurse and she gave me a small smile. I looked back down to the man in the bed.
"Goodnight, my sweet welsh prince. May you sleep well and may we meet again in the next life' the monotonous beep of his heart stopped, never to beat again.
A/N: Just a little thing i thought up at about 11 at night when i couldn't sleep. It was really just something i needed to do to help me get over a friends death. It helped a little bit.. but not much... I am currently working on a fic that is yet to be named, but should be up shortly. =3