I felt a hand around me and I jolted awake. Samantha was still beside me and I looked at my baby sister. She was still unresponsive, but then I thought I felt her finger twitch. Kailyn? I wasn't the only one to feel it, Kirstin did too. Samantha got a phone call, from mom; therefore, she stepped outside the room. I was left alone with Kirstin and my baby sister. Then my sister's body grew slightly colder and Kirstin looked up at me.
Kirstin: Jessica, I think that she's waiting.
Me: For what?
Kirstin: You know.
Her brown eyes were filled with tears and her face portrayed what she meant. My sister was waiting for us to say that we would be okay. As much as I didn't want to say it, I didn't want her to suffer. Kirstin looked at me and nodded. I would go first. I got closer to her and kissed the top of her head. I had to show my love before I told her. Sitting as close as I could to her head, I held her hand in mine and held back a sob.
Me: It's okay, Kailyn. It will be hard without you, but I will be okay. I love you, sis.
Kirstin and me waited for her heart to stop beating, but then I realized she was waiting for Kirstin to say that she would be okay. Kirstin realized all too well and tears streamed down her cheeks as she did the same thing that I did.
Kirstin: I love you, Kailyn. I promise that you will never be forgotten. You will aways have a place in my heart and Pentatonix will continue on. We will honor you and the Christmas album will be in memory of you. We will be okay. I have Scott now, so I will be protected. I love you, my girl.
We sat in silence for several long heartbeats that felt like an eternity before my sister's heart stopped and she took her final breath. She was waiting to hear those words. My sister took her final breath and now her hand was growing cold. The room grew silent apart from the flat line from her heart monitor. There's nothing else they could do for her. My sister was dead. She died in front of me.
Kirstin: That was the best thing that we could have done for her. It would be cruel to let her suffer. If that was what she was waiting to hear then if we didn't say it, it would have dragged on.
She stood up and came over to help comfort me. I just sat there staring at my sister's lifeless body. I had lost my sister after all. Kirstin rubbed my back and held onto me. I could tell that she was crying and that made it harder. I love you, Kailyn.
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Pentatonix and the Recovery
FanfictionWhen it seems as if Kailyn Hale will make a full recovery, an event causes more pain than expected. Will three become two, or will a certain group become nothing but a painful memory? And who is responsible? Is it accidental or on purpose?