Ellie was sick. At first, you and your family, you thought it was normal, maybe slightly worse. But then, seemingly out of nowhere, her health started rapidly declining. It seemed as if the little redhead got worse everyday.

The once rowdy, loud, lively little girl you once knew was now replaced by a pale husk who barely spoke, barely even moved. She barely had any strength left in her.

You sat in the edge of her bed, brushing some hair out of her face to get her attention. She looked over at you, blinking slowly.