Father (Yao) POV
Kiku was out for two days. He didn't wake up. I stayed by his side. Once in a while, blood would stream from his nose, or the corner of his mouth, and I'd clean him up.
It was painful to watch as the color drained from his face, and his mouth worked its way into a thin line. I could only hope that he would make it, and that he would pull through the night. But I knew he most likely wouldn't. The machines that were attached to him gave fewer and fewer ticks as the day droned on.
By night, he breathed in, and released it loudly... and there was nothing else. The machines gave out an awful tone that didn't end. I looked to his face. He was silent. He didn't move... he didn't smile. He didn't look at me. He didn't laugh. He didn't frown. He didn't cry. He never would again. He wouldn't grow up... He wouldn't make friends.
He was gone.
And I never got to say goodbye or good night.
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Paper Prison ~ AmeriPan
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