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Last Moments

The ride down to my sister’s room was excruciatingly long. I wished I could get up and run to her, but I was too weak. A few minutes later I was in the room with my sister. As soon as I saw her, my weak, pathetic heart skipped a beat. She had tubes and needles going through her body and a bunch of machines beside her bed.
“Dane…” my sister gasped out. The nurse wheeled me close enough for me to touch her hand, then she left to give us more space. “Hey Dane…”
I held her hand, " Maya."

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