I'm your host, Faith McQuinn, and welcome back to Remade.

This is episode three.

Realm presents remade, season one, episode three. Dying would be easy, and when Nevea really took stock of things, she was more worried about the

people she was leaving behind than she was for herself. Sure, there were things she'd miss.

Pistachio ice cream, TV medical dramas, pedicures. For the past few years, her life had been about grabbing the little pleasures wherever she could,

and the thought that she'd had her last scoop of pistachio on a waffle cone was a real bummer.

But it didn't change the fact that she was ready to be done now, please.

Ready to be done with the pain and the struggle, and the need to constantly keep a brave face,

to be a trooper, to endure.

Not much longer now, and she'd be able to rest. She was ready. She had only one complaint,

and that was a pretty good tally, all things considered. The door to her hospital room opened,

and her father entered. He was the kind of man who made

other people nervous, big, black, burly. His clenched fist was almost as large as her entire head,

and he lumbered instead of walking. But he was gentle and smart and kind, and today he carried a board

game tucked under one arm in the hopes that Nevea would be strong enough to play.

She usually only had an hour or two each day when she had enough energy to do things,

and even that had begun to dwindle.

Nevea cranes her neck to see what he'd chosen.

Ticket to ride?

Her favorite.

Another thing to add to the list of stuff she'd miss, but still not

enough to make her want to stay. How are you, Angel? He asked. She could see him trying so hard to

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