The silence in the room was constantly interrupted by the bleeping machine. Kane laid still, the ventilator inside his slightly open mouth, the life support machine working over time. A shaking hand gripped his tightly. Rob raised it and kissed the back. A wire inserted in Kane's vain, more wires attached to his chest. Rob followed them, his eyes puffy, blood shot and pink. "Hey Kane, we had a wrestling match on the t.v. earlier. I thought you might wake up; watch a bit with me, but you never. You just laid there. Come on dude, I don't know what the other wrestler's will do without you. Always giving advice, always there for them, for me. I can't cope without you. Please come on get stronger, Kane be strong"

The door opened. A small, round-ish man with black hair and a black moustache walked in. In his hand he was clutching a black bag. He stood still as he stared; he bit back tears and cleared his throat. Tuning to the Undertaker, dropping the bag he kicked it across to him. "They just rang me. Oh Mr Bearer you're youngest son Kane is in hospital in a critical condition." He forced out a fake laugh. "Nice of them, so that's what's become of him. Lying, unable to breathe for himself, so close to death and I have to watch him. I never thought either of you would die before me" Undertaker sat the other side of his brother, he stared at his face.

"Bro, what ya' looking at?" His green eyes opened as he saw the smiling face of his young brother. His cheeky grin brought a warm smile to Mark's lips. "Come here Kane sit on my knee and tell me all about nursery" Kane climbed onto his knee. The snow on the floor had been scraped away by Mark's feet as he swung back and forth on the swing. Light snowflakes fell gently on the two boys. The darkening sky lit up a little with the twinkling stars. Mark wrapped his coat around Kane and cradled him in his arms, gently swinging as he cooed Kane to sleep. Moving a brush of hair out of his tiny closed eye, Mark leaned over and whispered. "I promise, I will never let anything, anything! Hurt you in anyway." He kissed his small forehead. Standing up, still clinging onto Kane who silently slept in sweet slumber, away from harm, away from worries, in a land of carefree dreams of meadows and feathers. Mark walked in the snow, back to the warmth of their house where he'd put Kane to bed, stroking his hair as he slept. "Nothing will happen to you as long as I live"

::Bleep::Bleep::

"I promised Kane, and I failed"

Rob looked up, his eyes glazed over. "What did you promise him?"

"He'd never be hurt as long as I live, now look what's happened!"

Undertaker opened the bag Paul had brought, inside was a picture. The only family picture they ever had taken. Their mother, stood pouting, she never was a smiling person, always the model. Paul stood proudly above his boys, then Mark, arms tightly around the little waist of the five year old. Mark laughed. "We never had our picture's took. Kane was always ill; he could never find the strength to get up for them. Once a month, he'd go through this phase where he'd be perfectly well, seemed as though nothing was wrong with him. I called it Heaven time. Then, he'd be back, bed bound but always smiling."

Rob leaned over and kissed Kane's cheek. "He's as cold as ice." Paul frowned.

"You can't tell me Kane's gay as well"

"Shut up Dad!" Mark yelled. The nurse with the blonde hair in the bun carefully opened the door. She walked in, and motioned for Undertaker to sit down. "Please, it's best you sit down."

"What's going on?" Rob voice trembled. "I'm sorry, Kane's officially brain dead. His basically nothing, it would be best if you gave us your permission to turn off his life support machine, so he can be at rest"