Prologue
The continuous growl of the respirator machine gave Kyle the worst head ache he's ever had in his life. Coupled with the slow beeping of the heart rate monitor. The smell of disinfectant killed his nose so he resorted to getting up and hopelessly shuffling over to the counter to grab some tissues. He rose his shaking hand and half heartily pulled out three tissues and covered his nose creating a barrier against the God awful smell. He dragged his feet along the floor back towards his chair, his head hanging low. He slumped back into it raising his head to look at his Father who had been diagnosed with a new disease almost a year ago, last new year's eve.
Countless tests have been carried out but none of the Doctor's could figure out what was causing it. The only thing they can be sure about is the fact that it isn't contagious. From other compiled information they determined that this disease slowly destroys every vital organ in a person's body but it did not spread to his brain for some odd reason. This is something that modern medicine just can't handle. They say that Father could die at anytime without notice.
A cold hand reached out and took hold of Kyle's hand. Kyle's head shot up, his eyes are wide with shock and he's very close to tears.
"Fa-Father....?" Kyle said with as much hope as he could muster up. "Ky-Kyle...." Father replied with a sincere smile on his face.
As soon as Kyle saw that smile on his Father's face he couldn't hold anything back anymore, not even his frustration.
"What are you smiling for?!" Kyle exploded and all of his sad and angry emotions came pouring out of him, it was as if the dam had finally been broken. The tears were pouring from his eyes whilst his face twisted into an expression of rage.
"You're going to die! Yet you're smiling! Why!?Why!? Why!?" Kyle gripped his fists so tight that he could feel the pain of his fingernails breaking his skin open. He jumped onto the bed and buried his tear soaked face into his dying Father's chest. His Father winced out of pain but held it back and kept his smile. He struggled but managed to lift his thin, white and bony hand and place it on top of Kyle's soft brown hair. He stroked Kyle's head repeatedly trying his absolute best to calm him down.
"Never lose yourself. Never change. Stay happy Kyle. Fight for the ones you love and do your absolute best....."
The stroking stopped. Father's heart beat came to a slow stop also. There were only two noises left in that room. The ever lasting monotone sound of a heart rate monitor. And the cries of a child who had just lost his Father.