“Wendy, do you remember how I always told you to open the windows?” she whispered. Blood was spreading all over her stomach. The smell lingered around us; I was certain he’d smell it soon.
Through the muffled sniffs and coughs, all that I could say was, “Uh-huh.”
She grunted lightly as she pulled me into a hug. The pain was evident.
“After all this mess, can you promise Mummy to always keep those windows open? We don’t want the magic to stop coming, do we?”
“If I promise, will you stop dying?”
I could see a twinkle in her eye—one I never saw before, as she laughed and nodded “Yes”.
I pulled her pinky and crossed it with mine. I looked at her, and she was smiling.
“Cross my heart and hope to NOT die,” I took a deep breath and saw her chuckle. I continued my oath, “Stick a needle in my eye, pinky swear.”
A big smile ran across her face.
“That’s my girl. Mummy loves you so much. Take care of Daddy will you, dear?”
And just after that, there was flash of light and blood.
. . . . . .
“Wendy?”
I let out a snort as I suddenly awoke.
Whoa, good morning.
Dad smiled in amusement.
“Luv, you’re going to be late for school. Again,” Dad said calmly as he pulled the sheets away from my face.
“Shoot,” I stood up--whoops--crashed--stood up again and started making my way to the bathroom.
