She wished she could of seen this coming. The pain, the despair, the sheer brutality of it all. It lay there in its death throes. No, not her. That would have been kind. Instead she was forced to watch it, helpless to do anything else. It's faint heartbeat mirrored her own so well she had a hard time discerning where hers ended and its began. She stood at its bedside, light channels of misery marring the stone faced expression. Her body felt numb, always afraid that if she moved it would be over, and it would be gone. She strained to hear its waning breathes. It would lay still for awhile, stagnant to the point she assumed it was over. Then slowly it would regain its unsteady rhythm and she would return to staying alert. It was cruel, this constant descent into despair only to be buoyed by a life raft with holes.
She knew it was only a matter of time. There was no saving it, no last minute miracle. Others clung to the ho