It went on like that for a week; Kip murmuring, equipment beeping, Katrina stirring.

She only woke up once before she died. Her gray eyelids flitted open, and Kip uttered a soft moan when he saw what they were hiding. He knew she was dead the moment he saw how deep her eyes were.

She lazily looked around the room, then looked at Kip.

"Right in the face."

A smile snuck up her lips for a moment before fatigue stole it away.

"Take it easy," she said, and died looking at him.