Ok I've got 2 ideas in my head for where I could go in the story… not sure how many chapters it will end up being- depends which way I go. I promise it will be good either way as long as I get lots of reviews!
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Chapter 3: Fighter

Sandy was fast asleep, holding his wife next to him, as usual. All of a sudden, an angel, a handsome male angel came into the room. Kirsten woke up, and she was glowing, like the angel. Sandy sat up in confusion, as Kirsten slowly drifted toward the angel, a look of entrancement, and desire sweeping across her face, the look she gave Sandy, the look that was reserved for him. The angel took her away, and as Sandy tried to hold onto her, she wouldn't look at him, she didn't even realize he was there. The angel glared at Sandy, and held Kirsten tight against him. The two started to drift off, both looking up towards the ceiling, the started to fade, into ghosts, and then into nothing but air. Sandy had lost her. For good.

Sandy woke up from the terrible dream, he was still at his wife's bedside, holding her hand. The heart monitor droned in the background, signifying that she was still alive, by the skin of her teeth. He noticed that she still didn't have her wedding rings. He had asked the doctor why they were taken off. He had told Sandy that they were taken off during surgery because her fingers were so swollen. He could certainly find them for him though. Sandy had simply nodded, looking over at the limp figure that was supposedly his wife. But Sandy knew better, this wasn't her at all. Kirsten was vibrant, radiant, brilliant. Not bruised, and battered, and dying. Not the Kirsten he knew.

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"Sandy…I just can't believe he would do that to me…again. I mean what have I ever done to let him down?" Kirsten said, quietly.

"Nothing. Honey - you could never let anyone down. Your dad is upset because he let you down, he just doesn't want you to realize it. He's too proud. But you- you're perfect. Anyone could see all the wonderful things about you…"

"Oh like what?" She replied in disbelief.

"Well you're beautiful, and charming, and graceful, and elegant, and classy, and tasteful, and your smart- and radiant, and vibrant and brilliant, you're strong, you're powerful- everything about you- anyone could see those things- but there's some things that only I can see- the things that make you…" his voice trailed off, as he tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear, looking into her eyes.

"Like what?" she asked, smiling.

"Like you're adorable when you try to cook and set off the smoke detector, and its hilarious when you make demands in incomplete sentences because your angry. I love the way you don't care about making out in front of the kids. I love the way you defend me when your dad and I have a fight. I love it when you insult the newpsies, but they think it's a compliment, and you silently laugh with yourself. I love the maternal, protective side of you that shields Seth, almost as much as I love the wild and sexy side of you- that you only share with me. And speaking of that side of you…" his voice trailed off as he wiggled his crazy eyebrows at her with suggestion.
"Oh Sandy…" She whispered.
"I love you." he whispered back, pulling her close to him.
"I know." She said smiling. "I love you too"
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Sandy was on the verge of tears again. The doctor handed him the plastic sack containing her wedding rings. Sandy gripped them tightly in the palm of his hand as he shut eyes tightly, fighting back the tears.

Seth stood down the hall from him, holding two cups of coffee, and saw his dad crying and holding something. He knew that his dad was hurting so much right now. It killed him to think that he was in this much pain, just like it was killing Sandy to think that she was in so much pain. Seth knew that his father loved his mother so much. Why had he always taken that love for granted. He had never really acted appreciative of it until tragedy struck. Why did he have to whine and complain and be rude to his parents, until he learned that one of them was dying? Why was that so hard for him? He loved them both so much. But how often did he tell them that? How often did he show them how much he cared? Seth hated himself for it. The last time he had talked to his mother before the accident had been scolding them for making out in the kitchen. Probably the last thing that he would ever be able to say to her. All he really wanted right now was to hug her, and spend time with her bantering and making fun of her cooking and play playstation with her, his dad and Ryan. Why did the people that you love the most, the ones that love you the most always have to be taken away?

Seth came into the room where his mother and father were, and put a hand on his father's shoulder, saying nothing. Ryan came in next, holding a power bar and a bottle of Advil. He entered the room silently, and stood next to Seth. Together, they watched their still mother and wife, their Kirsten.

"I would like it if you both gave a eulogy." Sandy said, breaking the silence, but not his focus on his wife.
"Dad- don't talk like that- we're going to get through this- she's going to be ok. She's a fighter. I know she is… she has to… she's going to pull through." Seth began to ramble, unable to accept his father's doubt.
"Seth it's time. This is not what she wants us to do. She wants us to move on."
"Dad… no!" Seth choked, and began to cry.
"She's gonna make it. She wouldn't want us to give up on her. She wouldn't give up on us." He stormed out, but didn't make it any further than the hallway right outside the door. He slumped down onto the floor, his head buried into his hands, wiping away the salty tears. He wasn't ready. Time needed to rewind. His mother needed to not be dying. She could make it. She had to.
"Seth! Call the doctor! Quick!" Ryan's voice called to him, urgently.
"Help! Someone! Doctor?" Seth called, jumping up immediately. She was going to make it. She needed to. Seth needed her to.

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Haha… I'm cruel. I promise I wont leave you hanging for nothing! Review please!