This was it. The doctors had done everything they could and tried their best but, as soon as they heard the results they both knew that she wasn't going to pull through. It was the truth as awful as it was and as badly as it pained him the only thing he could do was stay by her side to the end.
By the end of the first week his dad had stopped trying to get him to go home and sleep or even eat for that matter. The already small teen had lost at least 10 pounds in the first two weeks and it looked like it wasn't going to stop any time soon. His dad and he were both sporting matching dark circles from lack of sleep, their skin was pale and thin, all of the energy they had had been long gone with no hope of returning.
It had been a month since she was admitted when it finally happened, when the pain stopped and the overwhelming sadness started. The young teen had just closed his eyes when the heart monitor let out one continuous beep. The doctors rushed in as the teen just sat there with an empty look in his eyes while his dad wept on the other side of the bed. There was a sickening thud as her body arched off the bed in reaction from the electric shock they hoped would start her heart again. They were about to try again when the whiskey eyed boy gently put and hand on the doctor's arm that was about to shock her again. Everyone in the room looked wide eyed at the boy as he softly shook his head, his eyes closed.
Cluadia Stilinski was dead. That was the awful truth.