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KC POV

I was dreaming.

There was a blanket covering my entire body and I couldn't fight against it. I let it swallow me, whole and complete. From somewhere far behind, I heard Seth's voice screaming my name. I wanted to tell him I was alright but I couldn't. The blanket was too thick and my voice couldn't possibly penetrate through it. Besides, I couldn't move my mouth too.

I found that I could open my eyes and I did that. I was in a white room with never ending wall. I looked up to find that there was no ceiling or no floor. I couldn't tell if I was floating or if there was really one. I looked down at my body and saw that I was wearing a strapless, white shift that came up to my knees. It displayed so much skin that I blushed. I was barefooted and my dark hair hung around in loose waves, framing my face.

Suddenly, I could feel a presence just behind me. I turned around and stifled a scream. A little girl stood just a little behind me, wearing the same dress. Her hair was the color of pale moonlight and her dark blue eyes were framed with pale lashes. Her silvery, blond hair was in a braid, tied back with a blue ribbon.

She approached me and I saw that I was at least a head taller than her. She was breathtaking to look at. Her soft pink lips completed her look of goddess-like. Her nose was thin and straight and every feature from her forehead to chin was so well sculptured, she looked like the girl from the painting of 'The Birth of Venus".

"Who are you?" I asked softly. I was surprised that I could suddenly move my mouth and speak again. In my head, I could dimly hear soft sounds like beeps and an occasional voice but I paid no attention to them.

The girl's eyes traveled upwards to my face. "My name is Alexandra," she said in a voice that was barely a whisper

I nodded slowly. "What are you doing here?"

The girl's expression dramatically changed. Her eyes watered and her lower lips trembled. I immediately regretted asking the question but it was too later. Alexandra had opened her mouth to speak.

"I don't know," she wailed and she broke down, sobbing and clutching herself.

Seth POV

I had been in KC's room for exactly six hours, thirty two minutes and forty three seconds. Carlisle had granted me unlimited time in her room. For most of the day, I had been alone but pretty soon, the other members of the pack joined in although they left once the Cullens came to visit.

It was her daily check-up time now and I was asked to leave the room so I wandered around the hospital. Near KC's room, I caught a glimpse of a couple. The woman had long, silvery blond hair while the man had dark brown hair. The man was holding the lady in his arms as she sobbed, holding a piece of ribbon. I watched as she dropped the ribbon and it floated towards me, landing neatly in front of my feet.

I bent down to pick it up and approached the couple. I tapped the man on the shoulder and he looked at me. The woman stopped crying and straightened herself for a moment before she collapsed again in her partner's arms.

"May we help you?" The young man said

I held out the piece of ribbon. "Yes...I think you dropped this,"

The woman fingered the ribbon and took it from me. "This was our daughter's," she said softly

I dropped my gaze. So it was their daughter whom I saw being rushed into the operation room just a few hours ago. The girl had silver hair, like her mother's and her face was full of blood and bruises. Carlisle was also the one who had supervised the operation. When I had asked him about the little girl, he had told me that she, too was in a comatose. The thought had made me go to the hospital chapel and offer prayers for both KC and the little girl.

"What happened to her?" I asked

The man swallowed before speaking. "We were on our way home from a party when a car hit us from behind. My little girl was in the backseat and she was hit by that car. The driver was drunk and they took him into custody but the damage was done. My daughter was in a comatose," he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand

"How about you?" The woman inquired gently

I looked away from the beautiful couple. "My girlfriend's in here...She was beaten by her older brother and she was also shot. It's been a day but she still hasn't woken up. The doctor said that she was in a fifty-fifty chance of survival." I tried to say it in a deadpanned tone but my voice wouldn't cooperate. My voice broke as I was saying the last sentence and I ran a hand through my messy hair.

"We're sorry," the man said kindly

I shook my head. "It's okay...May I ask, what was your daughter's name?"

The woman smiled at me, a broken smile that held the ghost of desperation and hope. "Her name was Alexandra...She was only eleven..."

I suddenly realized that we were speaking about our loved ones in the past tense...It was as if we already knew that there was no hope...that at the end, amidst all the prayers and the tears...we would have to simply let go.

I wasn't ready for that...

...Letting go...

Is it okay?

I just wanted to put another chapter because I was reading some fics about Fred and George Weasley and the stories made me cry so I was pretty inspired today:

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