My body is holding on with all the strength it has left. As I draw each ragged breath, she's on my mind. I can feel my body giving up. I wish to be with her, but I must wait for the rest of me to feel the same way. Which can't be long from now. I think of how she must've felt. She must've been in a lot of pain as well. I feel almost closer to her as my health keeps declining. And suddenly, I see a bright light, and her. I see my angel, truly looking well. She has her hand out; she's reaching her hand out. I want more than anything to hold her and be held by her. I reach for her hand, and I reach her. The second we touch everything else becomes dull and breathing becomes easier. Until it isn't. In an instant I'm back in the hospital room. There's very loud and quick beeping, and some sigh of relief from the doctors and nurses who brought me back. Can't they see I was happy? I wanted to be with her; I don't want to be here any longer.