I stopped strumming. The guitar was old, but it was y/s's prized possession. A tear fell. She would die today. They're pulling the plug. My stomach clenched at the thought of her not being with me at all. I begged and begged and it only bought her a year. I stood up and put the guitar in the case closing it up.
Beep beep
That was Dr. Dekker. I checked the message.
Pulling the plug in an hour
