She laid there, peaceful as ever even though she was covered almost head to toe in bandages and assortments of attachments. It was, terrifying how well she was taking it. The devil herself chuckled, opening one of her silver eyes before grinning. 

“What? Just gonna sit there and admire me?” She said in a playful tone, though a moment after she started coughing harshly, and her heart monitor sped up slightly.

He sighed, shaking his head as he stood beside her bed. 

“Idiot,” he muttered, frowning. 

She chuckled again, closing her eyes as she cracked a smile. “You do realize, I’ll just heal up quickly as usual, then get right back to my job. Right?” She questioned.

He scowled deeply, shaking his head as he imagined her once more, injuring herself. 

 “Stop joking around Gem, it’s bad enough you’re not taking your medications. Your just going to get worse!” he stated, his eyes widened slightly as she sat up, a small bunch of popping noises followed. It was hard to see her in such a beaten up state. Her sitting up and faking her joy, just filled him with sorrow.

“Do you trust me, Lukith?” She questioned, holding out her bandaged hand. He nodded, looking down before taking her hand and hugging her fragile body against his chest. He kissed the top of her head, tears welled in his eyes. Slowly, the machines stopped, one by one. Soon enough, so did the young female’s heart.

Nee~ here is the completed version. ;3 I’ve been recently getting more sorrowful short story plot ideas so yea. Expect more fam