Cal's Lullaby

"Sing me a lullaby," Cal's hoarse voice whispered into Annie's ear. His dark brown eyes glittered a moment.
"Not tonight."
"But, Annie, I can feel-"
"No you can't. you're imagining it, Cal. " Annie studied Cal's pale, sickly face and lips that were a deadly hue of blue. crimson smeared his upper lip and his cheek, and blood was dried onto his chin and thin white sheets on his bed. "you can't leave me like momma did. "