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Cress sat in a chair in the hospital waiting room. Thorne had to be all right. He had to. After surviving a war, he couldn't just die in a stupid hover accident. Who would help her raise Izzie?
No. Cress wasn't even going to think about that. Thorne was going to be all right.
Suddenly, a doctor with his surgical mask pulled down walked over to the chair Cress was in.
"Mrs. Thorne?" he asked.
"Yes?" said Cress, her eyes watering.
"I'm afraid your husband isn't going to make it." he said "You can come with me to say goodbye." Cress nodded, and followed him into the hospital room.
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The first thing she saw was all the machines. There were machines everywhere, all connected to Thorne. She ran over to the bed.
"Captain?" she said, picking up his hand.
"Cress." he said in a raspy voice that wasn't his own. "I love you. You have to promise me you'll take care of Izzie. Tell her I love her."
Cress nodded tearfully.
"One more thing" he said "Find my parents. Tell them- tell them that I love them, and I'm sorry that I was such a failure as a son. Say hi to Boots for me. I love you Cress."
And with that, Carswell Thorne of the American Republic, age twenty-nine, died.
Author's Note: I almost cried writing this. This is not connected to my other story, Surprises, which I recommend if you feel like reading something happy after this. Should I write more chapters about this? Please review!