Felicia tells him to pull the plug

"Derek...pull the plug...please." Derek looked over with a mixture of sadness, grief and a resounding unsureness. He didn't know if doing that would allow her to become a ghost or not...and even if it did it'd be wrong to do that wouldn't it? Felicia saw his concern and slowly reached up and held his head in her hands "I know you don't blame me for your dear my love...but I do, I still blame myself. And if their is something I've learned a life fully lived until your life is nothing but suffering is not neccesarily superior to one that is cut off in your prime. Things have been terrible around here, the threat of a potential pandemic is on the horizon, all of my family died one after the other except for one, and nothing about my life is joyful. The fast I can join you and change that...the better." she was really trying to **** strength into her voice, veins could be seen bulging on her forehead as her heartrate picked up slightly. "I hate this life! Please! Please pull the plug! I know your scared, I know this isn't a science and their are uncertainties...but I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure I can join you...and if I can't....................................................if their is a god I will join you." she kissed his forehead and closed her eyes, focusing on letting regret and dread over what she missed out on and all the stuff she still wants to do and wanted to do with her dead over all of those years...every single say that he was gone and she pleaded with all of her heart that he'd come back for him. Derek wanted to object, but as he saw her determined face and her nod with her eyes still closed, he knew he couldn't disobey her, his wife always was a determined one, even in her old age, she seemed as if she was going to demand god to send her back if he didn't.

I trust her, I've always trusted her, she is the love of my life, we were meant for each other, and if fate dictates that we are meant for each other in **** as well, as our wedding vows suggested, then I should fulfill her wish. She'll pull through, she always did, her can-do attitude is what inspired me to keep pushing myself, to never be burnt-out, and to always look towards tomorrow. It's cause of her that we got together, so its time I returned the favor. Things went so quickly after that, she flatlined, he set it up to look like the plug was pulled by an accident, he ran out, he screamed out in horror, letting everyone know she was dead, 911 was called, they came, they couldn't save her, things were arranged in place. He seemed to close his eyes and open them again, he found himself hidden in the graveyard, watching from the shadows as they lowered her coffin into the ground, listened to a speech, as part of her will it was read aloud at the funeral, his ears perked up when he learned all of her stuff was to be left to him, he almost cried, he stifled it though. He couldn't be heard, people would be suspicious, he sat through everything else. Until all of the people left, when he was sure the coast was clear he went out to her gravestone, admiring its immaculate beauty, crouching in front of the grave. I'll wait for you my love, for as long as it takes for you to come back to me, I will be here ready to see your soul appear before me.