Simon leaned over her, fighting a losing battle. Outside, the rest of the crew stared out at him, eyes blazing into the back of his head accusingly. They didn't need to say it, but Simon knew what they were saying inside: This is your fault. If she dies, then its you that killed her. We are innocent, you are the murderer. The most lonliest day of my life... The moniter he had hooked her up to screamed her demise mockingly at him. No heartbeat from the woman he loved. The woman he would die for. The woman for whom he would bleed. He was the one who should be dying. The most lonliest day of my life... Niska had pulled the trigger. He had aimed the gun. He desperately sought for a way to stop the internal bleeding. He had one option. Too risky. He couldn't. It could kill her!! But it was his only option. With the threats unspoken heralding there doom flying around his head, he got out the morphine. THE MOST LONLIEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!! The syringe was tinged yellow. It was now filled with the viscous liquid that was her savior... or her killer. Either or. Either way, he was damned for this. No turning back now. Not ever again. This would slow her blood flow or stop it forever. Either way damned him. He should be the one dying on the table. Not her. So sweet. So innocent... he was damned forevermore. He had killed her. He wasn't sure if he could save her. Slowly, he inserted the syringe, pushing down on the plunger until every last drop inside was in her veins. Days like this... should be banned. The most lonliest day in the land... She spasmed one last time as the drugs took hold. If it could- No. NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO... it couldn't be, it- It was. And if you die, I wanna die with you... He started warming up the pads. He had taken a chance, and he had lost. The house always wins. And the house wanted Kaylee dead. Thirty seconds until they were ready. NO!!!!! He wouldn't, he couldn't- He slammed his fist down on her chest, cursing each second that passed and praying that they would come faster. Twenty seconds. No good. He pressed down on her sternum, not gazing at her heart, open to the air. He could fix it. Just stopper the blood flow, then he could stitch up the wound, and- Damn. He had forgotten to attach an I.V. to her. Not enough blood in her veins. And that meant- Its days like this that I'm glad I survive... The moniter still screamed at him. Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...one... "CLEAR!!!" She spasmed again under the shock. Nothing. He rubbed the pads together. "CLEAR!!!!" Cruel, searching, accusing, dark eyes. Ready to take him down to the shadow should he fail. He was damned for it, evermore. "CLEAR!!!" ..."CLEAR!!!!!" ..."CLEAR!!!!!" ..."CLEAR!!!!!" ..."Gorramit, CLEAR!!!!!" No good. No luck. All is forgiven in death. All love is in vain. All life ends. No luck. No good. Simon reached up, and closed her eyes. Beautiful, brown eyes, clouded in death. She weren't gonna smile no more. Not ever. Cuz she was dead. Kaywinnit Lee Frye... dead? No, it couldn't be... but it was. She was gone. Forever. Simon moodily swatted the needles out of her. She always hated needles, even the ones they both had taken for birth-control. Weren't gonna need that no more, either. Simon slowly sank to the ground, cradling his head in his hands. The world, the whole 'verse... it was dead, dark, gone. All cuz a one death, and one guy with a grudge. Simon's life was over. It had died along with Kaylee. *** WHEW!!! That was harder than I thought it would be!!! Tell me what ya'll think (besides that i'm evil, twisted, wrong, crazy, etc... I kinda figured that out on my own, thanks). I sorta hate myself now...*sniff*... POOR KAYLEE!!!!

-Danny