A/N:(Explanation for the storyline)I am aware that death doesn't break a bond between two people and that Hazel was grateful for their little infinity, but I never mentioned how long after the book this happens. It could be a year, it could be 7 years. All that I'm saying is that eventually you're going to miss someone and hope that you may see them again because that's just natural. Also, when you're in pain, you say things that you maybe will regret. For example, even though Hazel's mom will still be her mom, she might have just said that in grief or something. Anyways, sorry for the long authors note, I just thought that needed explaining.

Disclaimer: I don't own TFIOS even though I wish I did *tear*

Last Day

I lay silent and motionless in the hospital bed. I can hear the BiPAP like a pet dragon who was timing his breaths to mine. The white plastic curtain was pulled around my hospital bed. The heart montior beeped steadily every couple of seconds, signalling that my heart was still beating.

A few nights ago, my lungs filled up with a cancerous liquid. It rendered me completely unable to breath, even with the BiPAP. The pain in my head that night was so excruciating that it made the pain in my head from when my lungs filled with the same cancerous liquid right before going to Amsterdam seem like a walk in the park. There was still a dull but steady pain in my head, which became a shooting pain in my head which became a shooting pain whenever I moved any limb. It was, however, nothing I couldn't deal with. It was a side effect of dying. All of this was.

I hear Dr. Maria walk in with my parents. "The Phalanxifor is failing," she was informing them gravely, "this could be her last night."

I immediately wish I hadn't heard Dr. Maria's statement. I try to forget that I could die at any moment. My parents both started to cry softly. Dr. Maria opened the white curtain secluding my bed with a shuffle of fabric. "How are you doing?" she asks.

"Tired," I answered with one shallow breath. Mom practically ambles in and sits down on the edge of my narrow bed.

"Dr. Maria said it could be tonight," she puts her hand on my arm. A tear escapes one of her eyes and slides down her stricken face. "Are you ready?" she hoped for an answer. I nod and look down at the surgically inserted tube. I shudder. It's draining a black, tar-like fluid from my chest.

That's what's going to kill me, I think. A simple black liquid is going to kill me.

I begin to think about Augustus and Isaac and Kaitlyn and Mom and Dad and An Imperial Affliction and the vaguely pedophilic swingset and Amsterdam and Peter Van Houten the douche. I couldn't believe I was wasting one of my last thoughts on the alcoholic. I wouldn't say it's my life flashing before my eyes, because that's cliche, but I was thinking about what's important to me in the end.

Tears were streaming down Dad's face. I look up at him. "Dad, you'll be alright," I reassured him while offering him my hand.

My vision starts to blur at the edges. All I can think is "This is it, I'm going to see Gus again". I look up at Mom and Dad.

"Goodbye," I whisper softly as the world starts to unmake itself.

-Mom POV-

I watch Hazel's figure become limp and lifeless on the hospital bed. The heart monitor becomes one, long, horrendous sound. Tears start to stream down my face.

I'm not a mom anymore.

A/N: I had the song "Say Something (I'm Giving Up On You)" by Great Big world featuring Christina Aguilera stuck in my head all day. I had free time in Math so I wrote this. Sorry that it's short. Reviews would be amazing!