The knit nylon and polyester blanket was warm and comfortable, wrapped tightly so that my failing body heat would still keep me comfortable. I heard the beep of a heart monitor and rumblings about D K and P levels off in the faint distance. It was hard to make out the blurry form of Big J's slender fingers. However their gentle touch was all I needed to know that they were still there. I moaned softly in pain, and big J gave another push of the drip. My vision started tunneling and the last thing was knowing that big J was there, holding me, as I slipped from consciousness into oblivion. It was an eternal journey in the arms of the most loving and kind person I ever knew.
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