Negan:
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You had been shot in the stomach by one of Rick's men. Negan was furious at first, but then concerned. He carried you to the infermry.

Carson couldn't fix it. You were now laying in Negan and hour's bed, as comfortable as he could possibly make you. Your eyes were getting heavier, heart rate slower, and breathing shallower.

Negan was sitting in one of his leather chairs, which he had pulled up close to the bed, he had a tight grip on your had, as if it would keep you with him any longer.

Suddenly you started coughing, blood came out of your mouth and fell ik your hand. You looked at Negan, he had a tear stained face, with new ones falling.

You slowly used for free hand to while his tears away. "I love you so much Negan.." You barley whispered. Negan bit his lip as another tear fell.

"I love you too, Y/N.. More than you'll ever know.." He replied, his voice cracking. You smiled at him sadly.

Your breathing had become so shallow,even you had a hard time telling if you were awake.

The light slowly faded from the room. Everything got blurry, the last thing you saw clearly, was Negan holding your had. Almost suddenly everything went dark. Your heart stopped beating and your lungs stopped trying.

Negan glanced at you. He reached up and took your pulse. Nothing. Negan squeezed your hand tight and sobbed. He laid his for head on your stomach and cried.

He didn't know how he was gonna do it without you. Before you had the chance to turn, he took out his knife and angled it upward behind your ear.

He stabbed the knife though your skull and pulled it back out, throwing it to the floor. He gazed at your beautiful face. You looked so peaceful, almost like you were sleeping.

The thing he regretted most, was that he would never get to hear you laugh, ever again..

"Goodbye baby girl.." He mumbled as he cried....

John:
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You, Sam, Dean and John had all been in a car accident. Dean for it the worst, his side was the one hit.

Sammy was worried out of his mind, so was John he just had a hard time showing it. You on the other hand, you broke down crying every time you went to check on him.

You guys had been in the hospital for a sew days now, Sammy was able to leave, he just didn't to it often.

One day John asked Sam to get him some stuff, said it was for Demon protection, John had been a hunter longer than you, so you believed him. So did Sam.

You were in the hallway when you heard Sam yelling. You ran to where his voice was coming from. He was crouched over Johns body. You fell to your knees and crawled over to Johns body.

You touched his face. It was still warm. You felt tears start to fall. Doctors and nurses can rushing in, Dean limping behind them, Sammy ran to help him, while you fought the nurses to get back to John.

You felt strong arms wrap around your body. You started struggling more, trying to get tour husband, nothing worked. "Y/N, let them help him.." Sam's voice whispered in your ear. You could tell he was about to cry.

They started compressions. Nothing. They tried again. Nothing. And one more time. Nothing...

"Okay, let's stop." One of the doctors said. "I'll call it." He looked at his watch.

"Time of death, 10:41 am.."

Denny:
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You were not expecting it when Denny passed. He got the transplant, and was fine when you left, he was smiling more than ever.

You thought you were gonna be able to start a life with him outside of the hospital.

You were finished with your shift, you always talked to Denny for hours after you clocked out. You walked to his hospital room. He had his head leaned to the side slightly, you thought he was sleeping, when you noticed something.

His usually almost pink lips were a sickly blueish purple. "Denny?" You said. No reaction.

You walked over to his bed. "Denny? Its me.. Y/N.." You said desperately trying to bet a response out of him.

You pressed your fingers to his neck. Nothing. His skin was even starting to get cold. A tear fell down your face. You walked over to the other said of his bed and climbed on.

You clung to his lifeless side and cried silently. Your coworkers were standing around you within twenty minutes.

"He was prone to blood clots.." You muttered. "It was probably a stoke.." You added almost silently.

"I should have told the doctor... I should have remembered.." You started to blame yourself.

"Y/N.. We need to take the body away now.." Alex said. "No. I wanna be alone with Denny.." You said more tears falling.

"That's not Denny.. Not anymore.. He stopped being Denny the second his heart stopped beating.." Your best friend said, trying to comfort you.

Suddenly, you could take it anymore. You sobbed and gripped Denny's shirt so tight your knuckled turned white.

Your best friend picked you up, you clung onto him/her as she sat down in the chairs with you on his/her arms.

You cried harder than you thought possible. Your whole body hurt by the time they took Denny away. Your Best friend had to drive you home that night.

You would stop crying mor a few minuets, then somehow something would trigger a memory of Denny, and you would break down sobbing and crying again

This was a vicious cycle that went on for almost three months..

Jude:
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You had a though battle with cancer you even thought you had won it a few times. But that's not how life works.

It got worse and worse, you were now in the hospital, just starring at the ceiling, waiting for the end to come.

Jude had a hospital chair pulled up next to your bed, he has one hand in yours and the other on tour weak arm.

You had lost your hair a long time ago, so you looked like almost nothing more than a skeleton.

Jude still called you beautiful though, you were in his eyes.

Your vision started blurring, you turned your head to look at Jude, he looked up as soon as you did. His slightly blurry face got an more blurred, everything was dimming. You faitnly heard Jude calling for help.

Your vision went dark. Your heart and lungs stopped.

Jude had to be pulled out of the room by one of his and hour's close friend so the doctors could do their thing.

He was shattering..