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Aylona woke in her bed once again, but this time she stood up and pulled out the needle and plugs. That is when she began running, running as fast her weak legs could move deep into the woods near her house. As she found her way into the cold air, she realized that she had no thought process. It was all impulse and even trying to think back to why she was awaken she drew a blank. As the clouds moved past the sun Aylona started to feel her body warm, and looked down at her hands.
She was on fire, and it burned her alive. Her fingers began to turn to ash and the pain was taking a toll on her ability to scream. As the rest of her arms fill into a pile of ashes she knew that it was finally time to say goodbye and go to the afterlife where freedom lied. Aly closed her eyes and felt the body over heat and fall apart.
Soon there was nothing left of her but a pile of dusk. Then out of the dirt she rose naked, with a pair of fire wings, she flew high into the sky.
"I am free!" She screamed above the clouds and watching down at her town.
"Aylona baby, please keep fighting." It was her mother's voice calling into the sky, but it made no sense to Aly. Why would her mother call such a thing, she had no reason to fight, she was free.
Her body was pale and flawless, her pink nipples were erect from the frozen air, and goose bumps swarmed her body.
"Mother, what do you mean?" Aylona spoke, but she was no longer speaking Russian it was English.
As the different langue changed so did the flaming wings. They became heavy and Aylona started to crash toward the ground.
Aylona was in the snow covered in a thick ice bubble. Her blue eyes shinned brighter in the snow as her orange hair fell in front of her face. Aly was freezing making it hard to breath, she gasped for air but it seemed pointless.

Mrs. Ominin sat beside her daughter as Aly twisted and gasped, the machines beeped and screeched. Tears poured out of the woman's eyes, watching the doctor work.
"She will be fine, wont she Doctor Roberts?" Robert was an old Englishman famous for his teaches on Severe combined immunodeficiency. His hair was grey and thinning with patches loose. Wrinkles covered around her eyes and forehead.
"These readings are unheard of Ominin. Her temperature has been raising up into the teens, how she is managing is beyond belief." His voice and eyes showed the skepticism.
"Aylona baby, keep fighting!" She screamed by the bedside.
Inna cried, holding her only child's hand, begging to the Lord that she would live through this episode.
"Please oh mighty Lord, give my baby strength." Was repeated other the course of six hours. Inna's husband Dima had left for work while Aylona's fever was just by three degrees not knowing what was in store for his child.
Dima came home after working eight hours to hear his wife crying in their daughter's room, fear over came him and he found himself running through the house and stopped at the door, seeing Inna laying on the bed next to Aly.
"Is she?" He couldn't bare the idea losing his little girl.
"She just keeps burning up. Roberts said there was nothing left to do an hour ago and left. Oh Dima what are we going to do." Her blue eyes were red from the intense crying.
He walked to his wife and kissed her softly on the forehead and touched Aly's face with the back of his head.
"She's a fighter."

After the fever episode had passed and her temperature started down, but it did not stop dropping. Again the doctor showed and knew nothing that could explain the increase dropping and stated that they must wait and see what happens.