Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POWER RANGERS! I own the mother, Charlie, and "Uncle Jack"(1983, Kimberly Hart's house)
The woman in the bed was dying, her husband and little girl standing by her side. Five-year-old Kimberly Hart looked up at her mother as she coughed, and said, "Mommy? Are you ok?"
Her mother gave a small smile, and said as she stroked her little girl's cheek, "I'm fine, sweetie."
She looked at her husband, and he cleared his throat. He kneeled in front of Kimberly, and said as she looked at him, "Kimberly, why don't you go play with some of your toys?"
As she nodded, and ran off, she said, "Yes, daddy. Love you, mommy. I hope you feel better soon."
As soon as she was out of the room, her mother took her husband's hand, and said, "Charlie, look after our baby."
After he kissed her forehead, he said, "You know I will."
She smiled, and with a final breath, her eyes closed, and she died.
His eyes started to water, and let go of her hand.
Kimberly came running back into the room, and when she saw him, she said, "Daddy? What's wrong?"
Her father looked up, and said, "Kimberly..."
She looked at her mother, and when she saw that she wasn't moving, or breathing, she said, "What's wrong with mommy?"
Charlie said, "Kim, come here."
He reached out, and pulled her closer to him. He said, "Mommy's gone into a better place, and she's not hurting. You know how she would cough, and get sick?"
When she nodded, he continued, "Well, she doesn't have to get sick anymore. Do you understand?"
"Will I see her again?"
He hugged her, and said, "Of course you will, munchkin."
He held onto her, determined to keep her safe.
If only that was so.
Sorry, it was a short chapter.