A/N: Hahaha…let's not to anything hasty now…like kill the author for not updating…ha…ha…..*backs away slowly* So, this will be the second last chapter. MUHAHAHA!
The Professor and Flora were just about to leave the room, when Luke began so shake violently. The doctor pushed them out of the way, and they stood in horror as Luke's body twitched a jerked.
An emergency alarm rang off and nurses came rushing in. The Professor and Flora were pushed out the room, and as they were escorted to another room, they saw Luke being shocked by a deliberator.
"LUKE," The Professor screamed at the top of his lungs, "I need to be in there with him,"
"Excuse me?" The nurse looked confused, "Sir, Luke is right next to you,"
"Of course, I mean Flora," The Professor said hurriedly, "Can I go in there with her?"
"That's not a good idea," The nurse said, walking away.
All they could do was wait.
What seemed like hours later, the doctor came out to them. His head was hanging, and he held a clip board in his hands.
The Professor jumped up, "Is she ok?" He asked, remembering not to say, "he,"
"Unfortunately, due to the head trauma cause by the collision, Flora suffered a cardiac arrest, and we couldn't save her,"
Flora screamed, and the Professor just sat there, looking at his feet. Tears streamed down his face.
Luke had died in Flora's body. Flora could never be her again. Luke died, forgetting who he really was. Nothing would be the same again.
Everyday he would have to look at someone who looked like Luke. Even though Luke passed away in that room, his body was sit here. Living. Breathing. Moving. But a different person resided in it.
How was he going to cope?
It was like Luke died, but he hadn't.
A/N: One more chapter to go….