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her beautiful face

Allen walked along the busy airport with his suitcase behind him. He felt anxious. It had been a while since he'd seen Lullah and therefore he was very nervous. Was her eye all healed? Was she feeling better mentally?

Meanwhile, Lullah's dad sat in a chair next to her and sighed. "Who's this Allen fella?"

"My neighbor and a good friend. He took care of me and he brought Shifu with him!" she cheered. 

"In a pet carrier?"

"Yeah... I didn't think Shifu would make it either, yet he did! He's at a pet-friendly motel as we speak!" she beamed. Her dad chuckled and stood up with a deep sigh. 

"Do you know when he'll be here?"

"Dunno, here, hand me my phone," she asked as she reached out a hand, one that was growing weak. He reached next to him to a counter with medical equipment (and also her phone) on it. 

Right, when she began to type the nurse walked in. Both looked up with wonder. 

"We detected a problem," she said. Lullah held her breath. "You don't feel bloated anymore, right?"

"Actually... it picked back up..." Lullah said. Her breath was shaky and she felt like a terrible storm was brewing within herself. 

"And your other nurse said that you were having trouble standing up?"

"Yes, she was," Lullah's Dad broke in. "What's wrong with her?" 

"The bleeding resumed but in a different part of her stomach, but it's more critical. Doctors noticed in an x-ray a slight tear in her left lung, it can be dangerous."

"Who's doing surgery in there? Trainees? You promised us top-notch care! What the hell is this?" Lullah's breathing increased.

"Sir, please calm down. We need your daughter immediately for tests," the nurse stuttered and entered the room slowly. 

"Dad, just please, calm down. You're making me nervous," she sniffled. He instantly sat down and looked at the nurse with such worry in his eye, something she'd seen before. Lullah turned and smiled at him encouragingly, though she was sick with some sort of illness in her heart, her cheeks still glowed the familiar rosy tone. Her chapped lips smiled and she softly said, "I'll be okay, Daddy. I'm not heading anywhere."

The series of tests past and she was rushed back to the surgeon. Lullah's father looked in from the waiting area. It looked like a mess in there. He didn't know what to do, and the surgeon looked like he didn't either. His mind was racing. He didn't want anything to happen to her. Everything was going one hundred miles per hour until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Lullah's father looked up slightly to a tall brown-haired man and squinted. 

"This is he," Allen smiled. He painfully smiled at him encouragingly. "Is she in there?" he asked. He nodded. 

"It looks terrible in there. The same surgeon that messed up her lung is working on her right now. How could they do this?" Allen made a face then looked in there. Nurses looked agitated, and so was the surgeon; a fat man that had her rouge blood on his hands.

"It's not fatal is it?..." Allen finally said. 

"That's the problem. These nurses aren't telling me anything. I swear if anything happens to her... I'm fucking suing." he murmured coldly. If anything happens. That echoed through Allen's mind. He bobbed his knee while he sat down in a chair with his head in his hands. Just then he heard something. A groan. No. Too constant to be human. 

Travel onto the white tiled floor of the waiting area and under the crack of the door. Nurses moving objects and tools and a surgeon grabbing the machine to go into defibrillation. Doctors rushed in, which brought the groan to life. The groan of a heart-rate monitor. 

Allen stood up, but Lullah's father had already fought passed the doctors. Three-hundred volts and nothing. She lay there, mouth open. Nothing came out. A few seconds later and nothing. Allen's hands were pressed on the window. Chills ran through his body and a black hole opened in his stomach as he saw his year's passed universe fading away right before him. 

"No. No no no no," he banged on the glass and looked urgently. Her eyes were closed. Her usual smiling lips lay flat. She didn't look bright. She wasn't the color of the dim coffee stain. Lullah wasn't rosy at all. Nothing was there. Lullah. 

Doctors pushed her father back out. He was begging to be let in. He was yowling for his daughter to be brought back. Allen stood there. The unthinkable was happening. His eyes watered and he swallowed the painful lump the manifested in his throat. 

Then everything was still.