RJ and Dominic were quietly standing there, looking down at the white cloth that lay on the bed. The figure beneath had a white cloth over the head. The only thing exposed was the neck and bottom of the face.
RJ was standing there, quieter than he'd been in years. Dominic was unmoving and so quiet, like someone who had no idea what to say or do.
They were sad and the tears on their faces and the puffy, redness to their eyes showed just how upset they were.
"Was there... anything you could do?"
"No, RJ, she was too far gone by the time they figured out what was wrong."
RJ covered his face again. His fears were realized and he was holding his fears as best as could be expected of him. "Dang it."
Dominic collapsed onto the floor beside RJ's chair and let his forehead touch the mattress. He began to shake. "What can we do now? We're not a whole team."
"Dom, RJ, I'm sorry. The best we can do for now is let her rest in peace." Mao softly touched both of their shoulders as he knelt between them. "For they are not the only ones who have fallen today. You must remember those that have sacrificed for this world."
Dominic and RJ put their hands together like they were greeting a master and began their prayer for the young girl.
Mao stood up and turned to leave. He was just closing the door when-
"We have to try!"
"But, Dominic, if you or I mess up, we're dead. Remember that!"
Mao knew what they were talking about. To save her, RJ and Dominic would have to give up a spirit they possessed.
He closed his eyes.