Through a foggy haze he was dimly aware of his pain now. It didn't hurt like it did just a few moments ago. His chest should be on fire but all he was registering was a vague dull pain. He knew this couldn't be good. His body was failing and all the will power in the world wasn't going to stop it. Squeezing his sister's hand once weakly he whispers, “I love you, sis. Take care of mom and dad.” Then he let go, too tired to fight anymore he slipped into the blackness of oblivion.