WHO'S READY FOR SOME SAD STUFF!?!?!
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Sabine P.O.V
A few weeks have passed and Ezra had gotten terribly worse over the month's. I was really worry about him and never stopped worrying.

I was in school, watching the clock, waiting for the bell to ring, which it finally did after what felt like forever. I instantly grabbed my bag and dashed out the room and into the street's.

I soon reached the hospital and entered it, walking down the hallways and eventual to my destination. I knocked on the door and her a 'come in'. I opned the door quietly and closed it quietly to.

"Hey Ez, how are you feeling today?" I asked as I walked over to his bedside. "In pain as always" he replied with a small laughed.
Ezra has become really really ill and had to wear an oxygen mask to help him breath. He was even to weak and in pain to sit up in his own bed, which was sad.

"So how was *cough* school?" He asked me like he always did. "Boring as always. Homework, annoying teachers, and history class was a mess" I explained to him, causing him to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked him. "You complaining about school" Ezra replied. He then looked saddened. "I wish I could go back to school. Have classes, hang out with friends and do normal teenage stuff" Ezra said saddly.

"Well I'm sure you will one day Ezra" I told him, even though I knew myself he wasn't ever going to do those stuff again.
"So has anything existing happy here?" I asked him.

"Well i herd that a few corridors down, there was this kid, around 7 had a birthday party here in the hospital with his friend's, that's all" Ezra told me. "Sounds existing" I said. The room was engulfed in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes.

"Hey Sabine, I think you should go home and her your homework done" Ezra told me. I was kind of surprised and hurt when he told me that. Usually Ezra wants me to stay here and we would talk for a few hour's, but he never tells me to go home.

"Um okay. Are you sure" I asked him as I stood up off my chair. "Yeah I'm sure. Besides I've been more tired lately and I think I should get some early rest" Ezra told me with a smile on his face. I sighed but nodded anyway.

"Alright Ezra. I'll see you tomorrow" I said as I exited the room and left the hospital, feeling like sometjing was wrong.

Ezra P.O.V
It was around 3 at night and I was still up. Although I was tired, I didn't want to sleep. I didn't like wasting time by sleeping all the time.
I just stared at the cealing, and listening to the sound of the masions around the room.

I then turned my head to the window, only to see it was snowing. For a few minutes, I staired at the window and watched as the snow feel. I enjoyed the momont, but it made me sad.

A few day's ago, one of the doctor's suggested that if I continued to life, I would be in pain for another year before I die. They then suggested talking me off life support, it would be the easiest and less painfull way.

At first I didn't like the idea, but then I thought, I don't want my friend's and family to worry about me. They know I'm not getting better, so it would be better to go sooner rather than later.

I sat up in my bed, even though it was super painfull to do so and it took a lot of energy. I looked over at my desk and seen a sketchbook Sabine gave me for my birthday.

I grabbed it and started writing in it. Once I was done, I folded the piece of paper and placed it back down on the desk. Once I did, I turned my attention back to the window. I enjoyed the momont. Just the peace and the quiet and how calming it felt. It was nice, and it may be the last time I see snow so I took it all in.

Sabine P.O.V
I was in my 4th class of the day, maths. I wasn't paying attention to what the teacher was saying. I just looked out the window at all the snow that was on the ground. I didnt visit Ezra yesterday, cause I thought he wanted some alone time.

Halfway through class, my phone went off, meaning I got a massage. "Miss Wren, may you turn your phone off" the teacher asked me. "Yes sir, I'm sorry" i rep lied as I pulled out my phone to see who the message was from. It was the hospital.

I felt worry pass through me. The hospital never messages me and when they do, it means something serious. "Sir, could I take this for a momont. It serious" I explained to him. My teacher knew what I was talking about and alowed me to exit the room.

I walked out into the hallway and chaecked the message. It was from miss Rell.

Hello Sabine.
As you may know, your friend, Ezra Bridger, illness has been getting wores over the last few month's.
And today, I have sad news.

A day ago, when I want to see him as always, he asked me a request.
He asked for me if he was able to be taken off life support.
He explained why he wanted this choice, which I will not say for now. After a hour after his request, we eventually did.
A few hours later, around 5 that night, he passed.

I am sorry that I had to share you this news.
I would also like to talk to you at the hospital as soon as possible if you can.

Sincerely, Miss Rell

I felt like my whole world had just been shattered and broken. My best friend was dead. I felt my tears run down my face, and I furiously wiped them away.
I walked into the classroom after a few minutes. "E-em sir. Is it o-okay if I leave early for the day" I asked him.

He nodded and as soon as he did. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door to the hospital, as fast as possible.