Misa stood there. Her eyes closed. "Just calm down." She said to herself. Andrew came in. Looking at her trembling hands. Her brittle nails. Her sickly pale skin that wrapped around her boney frame. Her overly tired eyes and her very chapped lips. 

He felt awful. "Hey is there anything I could do to help?" He asked, hoping this would get better. "Could you let me leave?" She asked. He frowned. "Sorry. I can't do that." Then she asked another question. "Then could you kill me?"