"Am I going to die *****?" You ask from your hospital bed, you look so pale with out your brilliant red hair, I smile sadly as a tear escapes my eye.

"No, go to sleep baby girl, I'll be here when you wake." My voice cracks at the end, but you don't hear.

Your heart monitor slows, and my small whimpers turn to sobs, doctors rush in- but your already gone.

Goodbye Baby Girl.
I love you.
~Kat Herondale