It has been a week since the horrible events of Melanie C’s demonic pregnancy had transpired. It was now September of 2012. Now she was a sickly woman on her deathbed. The pregnancy had strain her body. The evil growing within her was taking her vitality. Her life was at stake. I know I had to help. She looked haggard. The areas under her eyes were rendered dark by fatigue and sickness. Her skin was pale white and had gained all the appearance of death. Her toned muscles were shriveled. The only part of her that was healthy was her pregnant stomach. I had volunteered to stay with my aunt through this ordeal. As her physical state decayed I was forced to act as her nurse. I help with everything. I even fed her.

“Aunt Mel I have something good today.” I stammered as the site of her weakened body brought tears to my eyes.

“What Angel?”  Melanie said weakly.

“Jell-O and broth.” I replied placing the plate of food on a nearby table.

“Mmmm thank you Angel.” She replied warmly, “Angel can I have a drink of water?”

“Of course.” I said holding her up to drink. Soon I was over come with tears, “Is that enough?”

“Be strong Angel, I need that.” She said weeping as she saw my tear strewn face.

“I’m trying but I can’t.” I replied.

“Yes you can for me.” She said “Angel I can’t sit up anymore.” She said as her voice faltered.

“Ok then I’ll feed you.” I replied.

“Thank you Angel you’re such a dear for helping me now.” She said

“I’m glad to help.” I said spoon feeding her the broth.

“You’re so like your mum.” She said. I set the task of feeding her the remainder of the broth. At 1st I dripped it a bit, but soon enough I corrected myself so that I was feeding her easily. She soon consumed the broth. She was full and even had room for her Jell-O.

"Thank you Angel, that was wonderful.” She said warmly but weakly.

“You’re welcome Aunt Mel.” I said as I was about to walk out of the room.

“Angel come her for a moment please?” she said weakly.

“Sure Aunt Mel.” I said walking up to her bedside.

“I need help getting to the loo.” She said raising herself up the best she could weakly.

“Ok come on. I’ll help you.” I said pulling her arm around my shoulder so that she could walk more easily. I lifted her from the bed and took her weight upon myself. To most this would’ve been a task in itself. However thanks to my EMT training and a little team work we found it easy. Soon enough we made it to the bathroom. After she was done using the toilet we went back to the bed. As the night drew on I could tell she was tired. But given the pain she was in she couldn’t sleep so, I gave her a foot massage. I was careful to rub gently. Soon she was sleeping soundly.

“Aunt Mel are you asleep?” I asked whispering and I listen for a reply, after getting no reply I covered her up with a blanket, “Sleep well Aunt Mel.”

“Angel its odd you woke me up I had the weirdest dream.” She said groggily but weakly.

“What about Aunt Mel?” I asked

“I dreamed that I had a drink with Lisa Lopes and she said I’d be ok.” She said weakly.