"It's been a long day."

The quiet statement caught the attention of a girl who looked up from the floor where she was sitting. Amidst the coughing and crying and talking of all the people on the aircraft, she heard the man's quiet mumble. Her eyes, so blue that they sometimes even looked violet, traveled across the man who had spoken those words. He laid with eyes closed across a row of seats, hands tightly clutching his bow. Her eyes trailed down to the floor, and drifted across the body of another man, or should she say boy, as he looked so young and peaceful with his eyes closed and his body slack. His serene face, angelic she would even say, contradicted the monstrous sight of his bullet ridden body. The girl knew the look on the boy's face all too well. It was the look Death bestowed on the ones he decided to take. The kind of peace that didn't exist in life. Strangely fascinated, the girl got up and moved across the floor until she was sitting next to the boy.

For a moment, she just stared, taking in his white-blond hair and tranquil expression. Her silent gazing was interrupted by a voice.

"He's gone."

The girl looked up, and her eyes met the ones of the man she had heard and seen earlier. The man with the bow. She studied him further up close. His eyes were blank with grief, in a way that she wondered if he was even really seeing her. His shoulders drooped with exhaustion. She closed her eyes and cursed herself mentally, as she knew what she was about to do. The familiar feeling of empathy and guilt was washing through her, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to help herself. She looked back down at the boy on the floor. Without looking back up, she spoke.

"I can help him."

She placed her hands on the blond-haired boy's chest, and she closed her eyes as a feeling of warmth flowed through her entire body to her hands. They began to glow a soft, warm gold. The man with the bow sat up, and watched the girl with wide eyes as she began to quietly chant something that seemed almost melodic, but he couldn't be sure since her quiet voice was lost in the clatter of everyone else in the aircraft. The body of the boy started glowing too, and as the man watched with his very eyes, the gruesome bullet holes that once filled the boy's body began to disappear one by one.

The girl was starting to feel jolts of pain run through her body, and her hands felt like they were on fire, but she couldn't stop. She opened her eyes and saw that it was almost complete; that she was close. She paid no attention to the man who sat in front of her, who was still staring in awe as her entire body started glowing. The pain was starting to be too much now. The girl started to see spots at the edge of her vision and she could feel blood trickling out of her nose. But at the same time, she started to feel a beat start up. Shaky and stuttery at first, but as she continued, the familiar thrum of the boy's heart began to fall into rhythm beneath her hands. She thought she heard a voice that seemed very, very fall away call for her to stop but she ignored it. Success was so close she could almost taste it. With that, she gritted her teeth and let out a final surge of energy.

Then she let go, and everything seemed very still for a moment. The only thing she could hear was the thump and thud of her heartbeat. She stared at the body of the boy. A dizzying blackness was starting to fill her mind.

Suddenly the boy let out a cough and a gasp, and a pair of dark blue eyes flashed open. The girl smiled. With her task complete, she let herself slip into darkness as she collapsed.