I watched as Ferb went downhill. He was getting weaker and weaker.
“Do you think I’ll make it?” he asked weakly
“It’s only two days away. Hold on!” I said
“I’m so tired.”
“I’ll let you sleep.”
“Sleep. It’ll help.”
He closed his eyes. “I’ll see you.”
Ferb slipped in a coma that night. On New Year’s Eve, he was’nt doing well.
“Not a lot of time left.” Dr. Jefferson said sadly
I felt lightheaded. The hiss of the respirator. The beep of the heart moniter. The finality of the doctor’s words. I walked over and held his hand.
“Hold on!” I whispered
The TV was on. I held on to his hand. They were going to countdown any minute.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Mom said, her eyes red
“Kids are supposed to outlive their parents.” Dad said, holding Mom’s hand