Arriving back home, you and Sarah settled back in your room to resume the movie marathon. This time she put on I Saw the Light.

When that ended, it was getting noticeably late. Rather than end the night, you both decided to put on one more movie. "How about Thor Ragnarok?" Sarah suggested. You agreed. It was your favorite Marvel movie. When Odin told Thor and Loki that he loved both his sons, it made you cry more than usual. The look on Loki's face was both sad and haunting. All you wanted to do was hug and comfort him.

When the movie and mid/post credit scenes were over, you were both tired between the time and the over abundance of amazing goodies nibbled on throughout the movies, and you were fast asleep before Sarah could even make it off the bed.

Sometime in the middle of the night, you woke up to the sound of thunder. You attempted to stand up, but a dizzy spell said otherwise causing you to fall back onto the bed. But that's when you spotted something that seemed a little out of place tucked just next to and a little under the pillow. Slowly reaching for it, you managed to pull it out. It was a familiar looking soft, long sleeved blue sweater. Bringing it up to your face, it felt amazing and smelled of citrus and musk. You weren't sure where it came from. Maybe it was a surprise from your bestie, but you weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was good timing too as it was unusually cold in your room, and you pulled it on over your thin t-shirt.

It was a little large for your somewhat small frame. Have you lost weight? You weren't sure, but right now, your entire world revolved around this amazing sweater with the smell that reminded you of him.

Laying back down, you were able to easily fall back asleep.

The next morning, Sarah came in to wake you up so that you could both get ready for her appointment. She noticed the sweater and had no idea where it came from but didn't want to rock the boat because it seemed to make you happy.

"Hey sleepyhead, time to get up. The appointment is in about 3 hours, but check in time is 90 minutes ahead, and it'll take us most of that time just to get there."

It was a cooler day out today allowing you to wear the amazing blue sweater. Pulling on your favorite black leggings and a pair of flats, you met her out in the living room. Sarah was not allowed to eat before the tests, but she grabbed leftover croissants for you to eat on the way and for her to eat afterwards.

You noticed she seemed a bit wobbly this morning. When you both made it outside, you gestured to a taxi. "It will be a nice walk." She began to take off and started to stumble.

"Taxi, now." You gave no room for argument. Sarah didn't look like she felt great this morning. Maybe she just didn't sleep well last night or was coming down with something. Her breathing was a bit off, but you refused to let her miss this appointment. The itch in the back of your brain was going crazy. You had to know one way or the other.

The taxi pulled up to the hospital about 20 minutes later. Helping Sarah inside, she checked in early for her tests. The gentleman behind the desk took one look at her and called for a nurse and a wheelchair. "You don't look so good. Let's see if we have a bed so you can lay down. If we can get the tests started early, we'll let you know."

They were indeed able to find a spare bed, and the nurse had a doctor come round to check in on her. "It's a good thing your friend had you come in early. I'm going to run a few extra tests if that's ok? Our cardiologist will be here shortly, but I'd like to run a few routine tests just to be safe."

Sarah agreed and submitted a urine sample. The phlebotomist came by and drew a few vials of blood. Soon after, the cardiologist came by to run his own general tests. "It looks like we can go ahead and have someone take you to get that MRI done. Dr. Fell sent over his notes as well. With your current symptoms, I'd also like to do a coronary angiogram, an ECG, and an EKG just to rule out other possible issues."

"She'll do it." You responded.

"I guess I'll do it." Sarah confirmed and squeezed your hand.

By the time someone came to take Sarah for her tests, her breathing was noticeably worse, and she was becoming a bit pale. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Plus, I'm surrounded by doctors and nurses. What could go wrong?"

She was wheeled away. The nurse that took her advised that the tests would be done in succession and shouldn't be more than 1.5 - 2 hours.

So when it came upon hour 3, you were getting worried. They finally came back, and Sarah was very out of it.

"What happened?"

"She crashed during one of the tests, but we don't know why. We were able to bring her back around, but only just. Once we get the results back, we'll know how to proceed."

They parked her bed and put on the breaks. Once they left the room, you crawled right onto the bed next to her and hugged her from the side. 'I should have made her come in sooner, should have made her go see that damn doctor sooner,' you thought to yourself.

The cardiologist finally came in about an hour later. "Her results have started coming in, and I've pinpointed the source of the issue. It appears she has a rare congenital heart defect that would even make a heart transplant extremely dangerous if she were in perfect health. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Unfortunately there's nothing we can do but make her comfortable."

You turned away from the doctor and cried into Sarah's shoulder as the doctor administered some pain medication before leaving.

You could feel her breaths getting more and more shallow, her heart beat getting slower until it stopped altogether.

"There's nothing you could have done, Y/N."

You cried hard, ignoring the voice.

"I had to show you. You needed to know that you couldn't have changed anything."

Finally looking up, you saw your friend standing at the end of the bed looking at you, dressed in the same clothes from 3 years ago, the last day you saw her alive.

"When the hospital called and told you I was gone, I know you've spent all this time blaming yourself, thinking you could have changed something, but I promise nothing could have been done. You have to stop blaming yourself."

"I can't," you finally responded.

"You can. You have to. I'll always be watching over you."

"You swear?"

"I swear it. And what's more important is you have to go back. You can't stay here. He needs you."

She disappeared from the room along with her body on the bed, leaving you completely alone. You laid on your side, crying your heart out until you had no more tears left, falling asleep from emotional exhaustion.