"Do you remember how we first met Xander?" She asks.

Izzy has gotten worse by the hour. Her infection has spread rapidly. She wheezes every time she inhales. She can't even move properly by herself without me helping.

I move my chair a little closer to her and hold her her hand, "Yeah sweetheart, I remember."

She stares at the roof, her eyes slightly glazed, "Tell me about it."

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