He arrives to find her old and in terrible health

As he finally made his way to the house, he looked it up and down, took a deep breath, feeling his breasts inflate and then let it out, Oh yeah I don't need to breathe. He opened the door slowly but surely and with a bit of difficulty as it would turn out, "Felicia?...Felicia Thornwillow?..." he would call out in a feminine and high pitched new tone, it sounded sweet and caring and warm, like his body was. "Y...yes...come in dear..." came back a weak and pitiful voice, like someone who wasn't the happiest or healthiest, which was only reinforced by a bad cough as Derek closed the door and ran towards the sound, as he turned a corner he gasped, his tits "fwomp"ing out again and he made a mental note to break the habit of breathing in this body. Felicia Thornwillow was sitting in a chair, clearly miserable, she had incredibly pale skin, white hair only a fraction as long as it used to be, she was in the kind of clothes you'd typically find on a senior, her face wore a frown as a IV bag was noticeably hooked in her arm, among a multiple other machines she was attached to, her entire body was thin and frail. She stared at disbelief at the figure before her. "A...shiny...American Cocker Spaniel...? I really am going senile..." a tear streamed down her cheek, Derek rushed over with grief on his face to wipe it away, thankful she didn't have a heart attack just from seeing him again.

"N-no Felicia its me...its Derek! I came back to you! I finally figured out a way to come back to you! My love...but it appears I am to late...I suppose a ghost has no sense of time...and our neighborhood has remained unchanged in those several decades..." Derek lamented in his new feminine voice placing his forehead against her chair's arm, making a perfect example of sad puppy dog eyes, only for Felicia to pet her head. "I believe you dear...my husband who left us to soon...cause I was to stupid...to inconsiderate...I killed you...its all my fault...I should have tried to be a better wife..."she said, more tears streaming from her face, Derek had to lap them up to get them to stop falling. "My dearest Felicia no...you couldn't have known that would happen...I've argued with plenty of people in my life and that never happened before. I don't blame you for what happened...I blame myself for not trying to see you sooner..." Felicia shook her head and pet Derek again "I guess we both could have made better decisions, but being a ghost isn't something you can study...I don't blame you my love. I'm glad I got to see you one last time, I can feel my own time coming myself...then we can both enjoy being together up in heaven." Derek looked down sadly before piping up once more "B-but you shouldn't! Ghosts only exist if they have unfinished business right? Wish with all of your heart and regret not spending more time with me! Then we can both spend together forever! I can find you a body! It'll be great!" Felicia gained a little smirk on her face before cringing in pain. "I wish they had pulled the plug already...I am in pain on a regular basis, and the only family I have left is a neglectful nephew that hasn't visited me in over a decade...". Derek sat their staring into nothingness...what should he do? He's been out of the loop for so long...should he make her final days magical? Should he encourage her to pull her own plug?

Should he call a doctor? He didn't know...he didn't know what the right thing to do was...and it pained him that he didn't know what the right thing to do was...