"Even if he were to be cured, which is impossible now, he'd be severely retarded. Do you want to continue treatment or shall we switch off the machines and let him die?" the doctor continued.

"DIE? Let me DIE?" I cried out, but no-one could hear. I was only speaking to the body. The body could hear me, no-one else could.

"But souls don't die." someone said. It was the body.

"You'll die."

"Let me die. I have no purpose or will to live."

I ignored the body and turned my attention to the voices from without. The four pilots were looking at eachother, talking. Heero nodded. Trowa nodded. Quatre looked at the floor, then nodded slowly. Wufei looked at the body, I felt his eyes penetrate to me, then he nodded as well.

"You can save us! You can! I know you can!" I cried out, all to no avail. I was a silent spirit, only the body could hear me.

"Let me die."

"No! I want us to live..."

"Let me die."

The doctor reached to the respirometer and disconnected it.

"NO! We'll die!!!" I shrieked.

"Let me die... Let me die in peace."

"Peace?" I asked, awaiting an answer from the body.


"Peace."


And with that, I was gone.


The End.


Authour's Note: Ooh... went all philosophical and such at the end there. --;; Sorry. But I loved writing this story... I really did. =^.^= I hope it didn't confuse you too much, but in the first state of unconciousness, the pov was the pilots, in the second, it was Duo's, and in the coma after the kiss, it was Duo's soul. After the brain scan it was the soul and the body. Lots of different perspectives... ^^;;