I sat by her bed, holding her hand. All round us the machines beeped and whined rhythmically. As I looked down on her I couldn't help but realize how fragile she looked. It was hard to imagine how the vibrant, outgoing girl I had once known, had become this thin, frail thing lying before me. I didn't know what to say.

She broke the silence for me. "It's so good to see you again." She said weakly.

I smiled slightly down at her. "It's good to see you too. I just wish I had come sooner."

"It's alright." She said."You're here now, and that's all that matters."

"I know." I said with a sigh. "But still. I should have been here for you. I could've helped."

She shook her head slowly. "It wouldn't have mattered. I ran out of luck a long time ago."

"Why?" I asked, somewhat distraught. "What could have been so important, that you spent it all?"

She looked at me, her eyes drilling into mine. "I spent it...to find you."

"What?" I asked, shocked. "What do you mean?"

"Before I met you," She started. "I was so lonely. All my life it was just me. I had friends, but none of them ever lasted. They all came and went. And I did too, I moved from place to place, trying to find...something." I could feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "I was depressed, alone, scared I'd be that way forever. So, I used the rest of my luck, to find something that would make me happy, make me feel complete." She reached out and placed her hand on my cheek. "And I got you." She smiled at me and I could feel the tears beginning to run down my cheeks. "The time I spent with you was the happiest of my life. I never felt so alive, so...complete. But, I had spent so much luck to get you, I didn't have any left to keep you."

My tears were running freely now. I gently removed her hand from my cheek and held it in mine, slowly running thumbs across the back of her hand in small circles. I looked down at our hands intently, unable to meet her gave for a moment. "What did the doctors say?" I asked, finally looking up.

She let out a deep sigh. "About five percent. Which wouldn't be so bad if I had any luck left, but as it is, I don't have any left, and no surgeon is willing to spend their luck on someone like me."

We were quiet for a long moment. Both of us sitting silently, surrounded by sterile white walls and machines.

Finally, I stood. I leaned in close to her, my nose nearly touching hers. "I love you." I whispered quietly. "I always have, and I always will. The day I left you, was the worst in my life."

I kissed her gently on her forehead. I had never spent my luck before, and it was a strange feeling, like a cold breeze on a warm day. It felt like I was momentarily hollow, and then everything was normal again, but I still felt like something was missing, and there was. I had spent all my luck, taken it and gave it to her.

Her eyes closed slowly, and soon she was asleep. I rose quietly and left. I made my through the hallways, into the waiting room, and out the front door of the hospital. Outside the sun was slowly setting behind the city skyline. Painting the sky in reds, oranges, and even pink. I took a deep breath and stepped on the crosswalk. I never heard the horn.