Death?

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After a bit, Glynda fell asleep, she seemed to be moving a lot. Her breathing got even more heavy then it already was, and the machine keeping track of her breathing slowed down.

We all looked at eatchother worryingly, as her sharp inhales turned to short raspy breaths Jack and I started to tear up, everyone else tried masking there emotions.

*Beep- beep beep-*

Those were the last three beeps and then-

*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-*

My stomach dropped- Glynda was dead.

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