Derek held the thin, pale hand of woman who lay dying in a sea of white hospital sheets. She had pretty blue eyes and blonde hair, though her hair was nothing short of a buzz cut, Her hair looks like it was hastily cut off with scissors and stuck out every which way. She was beautiful once, though starvation and sickness made her thin, hollowing out her cheeks and making her eyes sunken in. "My Cosette…" she whispered Derek got closer "Cosette?" he asked confused "Fantine, who's Cosette?" Fantine just stared off into the dark corner of the hospital room "come to me…Cosette the night is growing colder" Fantine whispered. Uh oh. Derek knew she only had hours left. "Fantine, look at me" he said, trying to make her hold on and not slip into the oblivion of death, "Who's Cosette?" Fantine slowly looked up at him and said in a weak voice "My daughter, Monsieur. She lives with an innkeeper and his wife in Montfermeil…" before Fantine could finish she went into a coughing fit. The coughs were so horrid and ragged that it frightened Derek and he Held her hands more tightly. When she finished she began again, her voice slowly fading into a whisper "when I go to sleep…tell Cosette I love her and I'll see her when I wake. I am entrusting you to her, Monsieur to make sure she grows up loved…" she handed him a letter written by one of the nurses in Fantine's words "show this to the innkeeper and he will grant you permission to adopt Cosette and take her away…" her coughing began again though this time it sounded like the coughs you get before you die. The doctor and a nurse came in, the doctor took Derek aside and talked to him in a hushed tone "she only has minuets" he said a sad gleam in his eye "Monsieur!" cried Fantine weakly. Derek hurried over and took her other hand, for the nurse had the other. "yes" croaked Derek. "I just wanted to say goodnight" she said "goodnight" whispered Derek and kissed her hand. The light from Fantine's eyes began to fade and her eyes started to close she took her last breath…and her hand fell limp from his grasp. The doctor and Nurse sighed sadly and began to pull the white sheet over Fantine's body "No!" cried Derek. he leaned over her and kissed Fantine's forehead "goodnight…" he whispered and nodded to the nurse and doctor to cover her. He turned and walked out the door and into the white halls of the hospital in Montreuil-Sur-Mer. A dying prostitute gave a 13 year old werewolf a child to take care of and he promised Fantine that he would