A/N: Still not mine.
Title: And in health
Prompt: Lapse, verb (2): to gradually become weaker or come to an end
Rating: PG
Words: 100
"Where's Butler?"
It was always his first question, when his rheumy eyes picked out the form of the tiny young woman leaning over his bed.
"He's doing his rounds," she lied, as she always did.
"Who are you?" The second question, his cracked voice tetchy with confusion.
It had been barely ninety years. Far too short a lifetime to spend together.
Her blue sparks were all that kept him alive, now, but even they couldn't help him remember her.
"I'm Holly. Your wife."
He paused, considering.
"Lucky you," he finally smirked, as he always did.
Through the tears, she smiled.
A/N: One of my favourites, particularly because my husband is ill and it only makes me love him more.
(Don't worry, it's not serious or life threatening or anything, there just seems to be no end to it and so we joke that we vowed to love each other "in sickness and in sick". But thank you for the expression of sympathy. :) )