The Gems of Love

My sister and I were having a short story writing contest. She choose this title. This is what I came up with...
21 year old Cassy, sat beside her beloved husband's bed. Tears blurred her vision, as she watched and listened to the irregular, slow beeping of the heart monitor he was hooked up to. 6 months ago, he was diagnosed with liver and lung cancer, both of which were too far spread to stop. Now he lay in the hospital bed, room no.129 during what were to be his last few days on earth.

Cassy looked at her husband's pain filled face. His bald head showed age that didn't belong on his 23 year old body. She placed her small, slender hand on his large muscular one. Careful not to disturb the IV needle, she intertwined her fingers in his. She took a deep breath trying to calm her surfacing emotions. She could feel it; he was failing fast. A few minutes later, he woke up slowly. He looked up at her, a soft smile played on his lips.

"Hey, babe," he said in a hoarse whisper.
"Hey," Cassy replied and smile back. They stayed like that, in silent bliss, for a few minutes.
"I feel it is coming," he said almost inaudibly.

"Oh, don't say that," Cassy said through the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat.
"Don't pretend, it isn't going to happen. I know you feel it too." His chest heaved up and down from the effort of talking. "It's coming very soon. I'm not going to live much longer."

"Cassy looked away as hot tears streamed down her face. She watched as the heart monitor skipped a few beats. Sobs escaped her lips as she realized the time was closing in.

Looking back at her beautiful husband, she noticed his already pale face had become more paler.

He looked at her and said, "You know I love you right?" Too choked up to speak, Cassy could only nod. "Go to the closet," he directed. Cassy got up and did as she's been told.

"There's a small box on the top shelf. Get it and bring it over here." He said next.
Cassy took the box off the shelf then made her way back to the chair, beside her husband. "Open it," he offered.

Cassy slowly peeled the lid off the small box. Inside was a sparkling emerald bracelet; the shade of green was her favorite color. She looked up questioning this gesture.

"Those rocks are a token of my affection," he said slowly. He paused trying to get some air into his lungs, almost failing. As he drew his last breath, the last words he said as he fell into an endless sleep were: "Those are my gems of love."
Published: 2/17/2012
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