You've been very sick for over a year. The doctors don't know what's wrong with you. You've been getting worse lately and can't even get out of bed anymore. Your family visits you often in the hospital as well as your friends. One night, your family had just left and you were feeling very weak. You closed your eyes, listening to the beeping of the machines hooked up to your body. After a moment, the beeping was interrupted by the sound of something scraping against the floor. You watched as a man in black passed your room, dragging a big scythe behind him. He went into the room next to yours and after a moment, you heard a faint flatline noise coming from that room. He walked back out slowly but this time, he walked into your room. You began to panic, thinking you were next, until he stopped next to your bed. Instead of raising his scythe, he raised his hand, running it through your hair with an almost sorrowful expression on his face. He spoke up quietly.

"Your angel will be here soon little one... I'm not here to take you..."