Please...Try to Live on Without Me

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September

She was lying on the hospital bed; tubes, wires and needles were hooked up to
her. The steady beeping of the machines echoed through the room. The nurses and
doctors had already left, her parents and little brother were downstairs in the waiting room. I
sat in the uncomfortable chair next to her, not knowing what was wrong with her, no one
wanted to tell me.

“Elias?” My head snapped up to her, looking from the tubes, to her pale skin and
finally to her now dim, blue eyes. “Elias…” She stretched out her small hand to me, taking it,
I walked around to the side of the bed and sat beside her, “How are you feeling today
Annalise?”