It had been one week since Reyna had first heard about the incident. Except it hadn't been one week since the incident. Her Grandpa had been sick for the past month, his health slowly declining because of an unknown condition no one could treat. At first, it seemed to have gotten better, then 2 weeks later it was back, and it was worse.
Worse, worse, worse, worse. The word kept repeating in her head. If only they went to the hospital. What would have happened if they had went earlier? But, she couldn't relive the past, only the future. And now she was sitting beside her Grandpa on his hospital bed, tears running down her eyes, her sobbing Grandmother on the other side watching her Grandpa lie on his deathbed.
It would be his deathbed, that was what the doctor had told them. There was no hope anymore. He was too far gone. He would die within a week. Reyna bit her lip to stop the tears from flowing down her face. Instead she opened the last healing book her Grandpa had given to her and began to read. His notes in the corners of the pages made her smile softly. If she didn't have her Grandpa anymore at least she would have his books and that would make her smile.
Her Grandmother walked out of the room finally collecting herself as my mother called her to help with something. This gave her a chance to be with her Grandpa alone.
"Hey." she whispered, hoping he could hear her. "I miss you so much already. I wish you could talk to me." she wiped away a stray tear from her eyes.
Her Grandpa's eyes fluttered open. "Who-o said I couldn't talk?" he croaked and then coughed.
She giggled. "You shouldn't be talking gramps." she took his hand into hers.
"My sweet Rey. When I'm gone you must open the top drawer in my nightstand in my dresser. You will find what you need there." he croaked again. And then he coughed. And kept on coughing.
"Ok I will- GRAMPS!" she gasped, "You-you're coughing blood!"
She let go of his hand and scrambled out the door, "DOCTOR! He's coughing blood!!!"
"Please!" he managed to croak out and then went back to his coughing fit.
Tears were running down her face. Was this it? Was he going to die now? No no no no no no no no. "DOCTOR HELP!!!" she screamed. A doctor finally ran into the room and gave him some medicine. He went back to sleep.
"He can't talk. This will happen if he talks..." the doctor explained. "He lost a lot of blood though but he will be alright for now."
Reyna nodded her head and took a few deep long breaths. A few seconds later her whole family ran into the room and breathed a sigh of relief. He was alive for now.
But why had her Grandpa risked his own life to tell her this? I mean he knew he was going to die anyway. But. He was trying to live right? Attempting at the very least. It had to be important what he was saying. Top shelf of their nightstand? She was going to find what was there. She needed to. For her Grandpa.
"Hey mum," she asked as her mum was about to exit the door of the hospital room. "Could you take me home for an hour? There's something I need to retrieve."

It was quite easy for Reyna to find what her Grandpa had been pointing her too and before long she was back at the hospital beside her Grandpa. She had slept over at her house so she was back the next day to talk to her Grandpa, or one way talk to her Grandpa about why this journal was so important.
As soon as she opened it, she realized this was his journal, his life diaries, accounting his healing discoveries and how he met Grandma and so much more. It was everything. She was for sure going to read it, but what made her stop was the fact that it said she could read it only after he passed.
She took a few peeks but did not read everything. She would save that for after. She wished there was no after. But alas she had finally accepted the fact that, well, there was going to be an after.
"Keep fighting gramps, I never want to have to read this journal." she whispered, "I want you. I want the alive version." A stray tear fell down her cheek.
She tried not to think bad thoughts but all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. She wanted to also punch something, someone. Why did this have to happen to her? Of all reasons, why? Why was she unlucky? What had she done to deserve this?
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Box breathing, Reyna. Inhale, Exhale. Inhale, Exhale. Phew.
She watched her Grandpa sleep peacefully. Maybe he wanted to die. It seemed painful to live in the condition he was living in right now. So much medicine so many machine things. But no magic could save him.
Nothing. No muggle medicine, no wizarding medicine. Nothing. The thought made her angry. One day, she would figure it out. She would do something, make something. Something that could save people like her Grandpa. Because no one deserved to be in the amount of pain she and her family were feeling. No one. And that was why from then on she decided she would become a healer, just like her Grandpa. She would do anything to become as good as him. She would continue his research. She would do well in her studies.
She would do anything. Anything. To keep going. To live up to her Grandpa. Her Grandpa who should have been with her, always, throughout her school years. Her Grandpa who wouldn't get to do that now. And she was determined to never let that happen again.
Because when life you gives you lemons, you're supposed to make lemonade. Except she didn't feel like doing that now. She felt like crying. And maybe that was okay for now, later she would get her revenge. When life you lemons, it's okay to sometimes cry. And that's what she did. She curled up around her grandpa and cried. "Gramps," she sobbed, "I'll do it." she whispered. "I'll be what you couldn't and hopefully when you look upon me in heaven, you'll be proud." And she continued to sob her eyes out until no more tears fell and then she slept beside him.
It felt incredibly freeing to just succumb to emotions for a little while. To let live give you lemons, and just lay there and cry.

The next day, Reyna was slated to return to school. Her Grandpa was still alive thankfully but the doctors said he would die in the next 5 days. Part of her wished she could be there to see him pass, but she knew she needed to graduate. She had to graduate to become a healer after all. The three days she took off were coming to an end and she could not afford to miss anymore days.
So she was here one last time in the hospital just to say her goodbyes. Because she knew he was going to die. And while selfishly she hoped he wouldn’t she knew he would be in too much pain to live any longer anyways. Reyna smiled and captured the memory in her heart. This was the last time she would see him. The thought brought her to tears but she had done her fair share of crying yesterday.
She took his hand for probably what would be the last time in her life and kissed it. "May you go to heaven Gramps, for you have the best soul ever." she whispered, "I love you, and I will miss you!"
She could have sworn she saw a slight smile on her Grandpa's face. That made her happy. She glanced at the clock. She had less than two minute before she would have to leave him. She buried herself in a hug in his arms breathing in his scent for the last time.
Everything was the last time. The last time she would touch him. The last time she would hug him. The last time she would speak to him. The last time she would see him. The last time.
A sob threatened to come out but she buried it deep. She couldn't spend her last moments with her Grandpa crying. No, that was not okay. So she calmed herself down and began to talk.
"I will read your journal once you pass Grandpa. And I will do well in my studies. I will also do well in broomracing and I will never forget you. Ever. And I promise to make you proud." she said. Her last words to him would be promises and of course, "I love you so so much!"
Her two minutes were up. Her mum was at the door to escort her to the train back to Hogwarts. Her eyes were red from sobbing as well likely. She threw her arms around her and sobbed once she was out the door.
"I know, I know my sweet Rey! But you must go back to school. It was what Gramps would have wanted. Do it for him." she said sweetly.
Reyna nodded her head slowly and wiped away the tears looking back quickly at her Grandpa lying on his deathbed. This was the last time she would ever see it. She had to move forward.
"Onwards to school love, or you'll miss the train!" her mum yelled.
Reyna ran to the station as it was not too far from the platform. Running made her feel better. As she boarded the train she finally let herself collapse in a heap and realize what was happening with her life.
She was losing her Grandpa. She would never see him again except maybe at the funeral. This was her life. There was no going back now. No regrets. No nothing. He was going to be gone and she had to accept that. Only it was going to take a long time before she accepted it. She just didn't know how long it would take yet.