Hexar Liomen had lived with cancer for as long as he could remember — a decade of constant hospital visits, experimental treatments, and fleeting hopes. At just 13 years old, the prognosis finally caught up with him. His condition had become terminal, and the doctors had recently made the heart-wrenching call to cease further intervention. With only months left, every moment mattered.
The Make-A-Wish Foundation stepped in to make sure Hexar's final birthday — what the doctors feared would be his last — was nothing short of unforgettable. In the span of just a couple of weeks, Hexar met the President, raced against Max Verstappen, got to play exclusive unreleased games, saw The Weeknd perform live, and met several artists and musicians he had only ever dreamed of. Each wish was granted, one after another, with his family and closest friends by his side as they traveled across cities and countries, chasing joy while time still allowed it.
But eventually, the whirlwind slowed. After a month of adventure, Hexar was rushed back to McGee Wish Children's Hospital due to a sudden episode of breathlessness. He was stabilized, but now resided there once more — this time, likely for the remainder of his journey.
Enter Elly — a rookie journalist assigned to Make-A-Wish's internal media team. She had a soft spot for these brave children, documenting their stories not as tragedies, but as legacies. She often shadowed them in their final chapters, not just to capture memories, but to celebrate them.
Today, she was scheduled to meet Hexar.
Wearing the standard-issue Make-A-Wish white crop-top, tight jeans and an orange jacket casually thrown over her shoulders, Elly walked the hospital halls with the energy of someone who hadn't yet been jaded by the job. Her presence was warm, yet striking — and when she entered Hexar's room, it didn't go unnoticed.
Hexar, mid-bite of his hospital dinner, glanced up — and froze. He had expected another stiff interview, the same dull questions he'd already answered. But as soon as he laid eyes on Elly, that changed.
Her curves were impossible not to notice — the gentle bounce of her chest with each step, the way her hips swayed subtly with the denim hugging every contour. For a 13-year-old boy going through hell, it was the first flicker of something... distracting, even exciting, in a long time. Thank God she didn't see... that, he thought, awkwardly shifting in his bed and trying to focus on literally anything else. That would've been seriously embarrassing…
Later, after getting the green light from his doctor, Hexar was helped into a wheelchair and brought to a private interview room where Elly and her crew had already set up lights, a camera, and a few personal touches — little stars on the wall, a plush couch in the corner, snacks within reach. Elly gave him a gentle smile, one hand resting on her hip as she adjusted the mic on her collar. Hexar couldn't help but feel the tension in his chest ease — not because he forgot his fate, but because for a brief moment... he felt like a normal teenage boy again.
Elly kicked off the interview with a warm, practiced smile as the camera began rolling. Across from her, Hexar shifted restlessly in his wheelchair. He tried focusing on the lens, or the floor, or anywhere safe — but his eyes, stubborn and thirteen, kept flicking back to Elly's chest. The white crop-top wasn't helping. Neither was the way her voice carried that teasing lilt, casual but intimate.
"Hi everyone, this is Elly from the Make-A-Wish Foundation ," she began brightly, glancing at Hexar with a twinkle in her eye. "Tonight, I'm joined by a very brave soul. Hexar Liomen — thirteen years old — has spent most of his life battling cancer. But recently, he got to live a dream most rock fans could only imagine. He met none other than Jimmy Page in the United Kingdom. Isn't that right, Hexy?"
She gave him a playful nudge with her shoulder. "We call him Hexy, by the way. Cute, right?"
Hexar's face flushed red as he smiled nervously, eyes darting anywhere but directly at her — and failing. "Y-Yeah," he mumbled.
Elly turned slightly, facing him as she held out the mic. Her crop-top lifted just enough for Hexar's eyes to betray him again.
"So, Hexy," she cooed, "what was it like, meeting your idol? Jimmy Page, the legend himself?"
Hexar blinked. "U-Um... it was great. I'm very jubilant. He was... really nice to me." He clasped his hands together, squirming a little as he tried to hide how distracted he was. His eyes dipped, just for a second. Focus, dammit…
"Did he give you a special performance?" Elly asked, genuinely curious.
Hexar perked up slightly. "Yeah, he did. It was wild. He played a 23-minute solo of No Quarter ."
Elly's eyebrows shot up. "No way! You're lucky. That's a rare treat. Is No Quarter your favorite track?"
"Y-Yeah... No Quarter is brilliant." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's from one of my favorite Led Zeppelin records."
Elly gave an impressed nod. "Nice taste."
She flipped to her next card, then leaned in a little — unintentionally or not, it was enough for Hexar to stiffen slightly in his seat.
"Now... aside from Page, you also met Ryan Gosling, didn't you?" she asked, tone light, almost giddy.
Hexar nodded. "Yeah… I did."
"And he gave you a ring? What was it — a diamond?"
Right on cue, Hexar's mother stepped into frame briefly, handing him a small, velvet box. He opened it to reveal a sparkling silver band with a prominent stone nestled at the center.
"Yeah," Hexar said quietly, holding it up. "It's… a very expensive diamond ring."
Elly let out a soft laugh, leaning closer. "Well, now I'm jealous. You've met rock royalty and heartthrobs. All I got was this orange jacket."
Hexar tried to chuckle, but the sound caught somewhere in his throat. He grinned shyly, and his eyes darted downward again before he could stop himself. Elly still hadn't noticed.
Elly smiled warmly as she flipped her notepad shut and rested it on her lap. Her tone softened as she tilted her head slightly, eyes settling on the boy with a gentler gaze.
"Anyway, Hexy… is there anything you still want in this world?" she asked. "If you had more time — anything at all — something you wished for but never got the chance to do… what would it be?"
Hexar fidgeted, rubbing his palms together slowly, eyes fixed on the microphone she was holding out to him. His lips parted, but no sound came at first. "U-Umm…"
Elly leaned in a little more, offering an encouraging smile. "Anything, sweetie. Don't think too hard. It doesn't have to be big or noble — just honest. Something from the heart."
Hexar's gaze betrayed him once again, flicking toward her chest one final time. The way the crop-top clung to her figure… the softness of her voice, the nearness. He swallowed hard.
Right… it's now or never.
With a shaky breath, Hexar lifted his hand and subtly motioned her closer.
Elly raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? You want to whisper it to me?"
She knelt down beside his wheelchair, her face just inches from his now. Her hair fell to one side as she leaned in, offering her ear. Hexar leaned forward, breath trembling, and whispered something barely audible — something just for her.
A few seconds passed.
Then, Elly froze. Her eyes widened slightly as she pulled back and blinked in surprise, processing what he had just said. "I-Is that… is that really what you want?"
Hexar didn't say a word. He just gave a tiny nod, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Elly exhaled slowly, running her tongue across her teeth as she gave him one long, unreadable look. Then she turned toward the camera crew, subtly slicing her hand across her neck — the universal "cut" signal.
The cameraman nodded and powered down the equipment.
Elly stood up and walked over to the cameraman and Hexar's parents, composing herself quickly. "We'll pick it up again later."
"Is that a wrap?" the cameraman asked, glancing at his watch.
"N-Not yet. I just… need a short break. He said he wanted to speak to me. Alone." Her voice was steady, but her cheeks held a faint flush.
Hexar's mother tilted her head curiously. "Oh? Really?"
"Well, whatever it is, maybe it's something personal to him," Hexar's father said gently, already beginning to collect their things.
Elly nodded. "Yeah… and for his privacy, I'd prefer if everyone cleared the room. Just me and Hexy for a bit."
Everyone stepped out, a bit confused, unsure of what to say or do. But at least Hexar's parents understood him — the last thing they wanted was to upset their son. As for the rest, they knew better than to open their mouths during a moment like this.
Meanwhile, behind the closed door, Elly stood in front of the boy with her hands on her hips, eyes locked onto him with a sharp, assessing gaze. She was quiet, deep in thought, trying to figure out how exactly she wanted to handle this. Hexar, meanwhile, was sweating bullets, avoiding eye contact like his life depended on it.
Finally, Elly exhaled through her nose with a sigh. "Ugh… Let's just get this over with." She peeled off her jacket and tossed it onto the bed, then stepped back toward him with quiet confidence. Her fingers reached the button of her jeans, and one by one, she undid them, pushing them down her hips until they fell to her ankles — leaving only a pair of snug white panties between her and the cool air of the room.
Hexar's heartbeat thundered in his chest. In a matter of seconds, the woman in front of him had stripped her jeans off like it was nothing. Then, she turned around. With a subtle smirk, she bent over just enough to give the kid a clear, tempting view of her backside — and slowly tugged down her panties.
His face flushed a deep crimson. He froze, body stiff, and not just from embarrassment. Underneath the thin hospital robe, his cock was fully hard, twitching from the intensity of what he was seeing. And there it was — Elly's bare, shaved pussy on full display, unveiled with deliberate ease, smooth and glistening in the soft light.
Elly glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of the kid's bulge—thick, twitching, and impossible to ignore beneath the robe. She cleared her throat meaningfully. Hexar snapped out of his daze, flustered, instantly realizing what she was silently asking for. Stammering, red-faced, the boy hesitated for just a second before reaching down and lifting the hem of his robe—revealing his stiff cock in full view.
Elly's eyes widened, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. She had seen men naked before… but never anything that looked quite so scrumptious .
"Alright... this what you wanted, right? Then I'll give it to you. Right now," she murmured, voice low and laced with anticipation.
With that, she bent over deeper, reaching behind herself with both hands to spread her folds open, baring her pussy to him without shame — slick, tender, and inviting.
Hexar could barely hold himself together. His entire face was flushed, and the heat in his body surged as he leaned forward on the chair, inching to the very edge. It was all the signal Elly needed.
She didn't hesitate. Backing up slowly, she hovered above him, her hips tilting slightly as she blindly guided herself onto him — and then, with a soft gasp, she found it. His cock slipped inside with ease, and both of them let out a silent moan at the first contact.
Hexar shuddered, the sensation overwhelming. Elly said nothing, biting her lip to muffle any sounds as she lowered herself further... and further... until she was seated all the way down, hips resting at the base of his cock. Her pussy hugged him tight , impossibly warm and soaking wet, every inch of him engulfed in her slick heat.
Hexar tilted his head back, eyes clenched shut, a soft squeal escaping his lips as the pleasure hit him like a wave. It was too much, too perfect — and all she did was sit there, grinding slowly, her body pulsing around his young cock like it had been waiting for this moment all along.
Moments later, Elly began to move — slow at first, hips rolling as she eased herself up and down his shaft. Her pussy walls flexed and pulsed, adjusting to the smaller size of her client's cock, molding around him like it still craved more. Her breath grew heavier with each movement, soft gasps slipping past her lips until the moans started — still quiet, but undeniable.
Meanwhile, Hexar was struggling to hold himself together. This was his first time. And in the back of his mind… maybe his last. But it didn't matter right now. Because here he was, living the dream — fucking an older woman .
Then something inside Elly seemed to snap. She dropped all restraint and went full force, riding him hard and fast, her ass bouncing with rhythmic urgency. Her pace quickened, hips pounding down without hesitation. The wet slap of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, mixing with their ragged breaths and the occasional creak of the chair beneath them.
Hexar's hands gripped the handles of his wheelchair like his life depended on it. His eyes squeezed shut, sweat dripping from his forehead, cheeks, and jaw. Every time Elly slammed down on him, it sent a pulse through his entire body — a hot, electric surge of ecstasy that wiped out every thought in his head.
"Mhh— M-Miss... Elly..." he whimpered, hips twitching, instinctively trying to thrust up in sync with her brutal rhythm.
Elly glanced back at him over her shoulder, momentarily surprised at how eager — how into it — he had become. Her lips curled into a wicked little grin.
"Aw, getting bold now, huh?" she teased, then picked up her pace, ass twerking faster, slamming down even harder.
That was it — a few more thrusts and Hexar was a mess, moaning louder now, unable to contain it. The sound of his voice mixed with the wet slap of skin-on-skin and Elly's quiet grunts, filling the room with shameless heat.
Meanwhile, outside the room, everything was eerily quiet. No one could hear a thing from the other side of the door. Like most hospital wards, the doors were designed thick — fireproof, able to withstand brutal outbreaks if necessary. And for some reason, they were also soundproof. Maybe by design… or maybe just a quiet blessing in disguise.
The important part? Hexar's parents had absolutely no idea their son was having sex inside that very room.
Back inside, things were heating up. Finally, Elly was starting to feel it — the rising tide of her own pleasure curling deep within her. It had been a long, dry road to this point. She had worked herself to the bone to get where she was as a journalist. Deadlines. Headlines. Byline after byline. Somewhere along the way, she convinced herself that relationships were a distraction — something that would only weigh her down. So, she gave up on dating before her career even truly began.
The last time she had sex with a man? Her second year in university. And even then, it had been forgettable. Clumsy. Unsatisfying.
"Nghh! Miss Elly!" Hexar cried out, his voice cracking with sheer intensity. The sudden burst of volume startled Elly, making her jolt just slightly — but she didn't stop. Couldn't. The boy was bucking his hips up with wild urgency now, trying to match the rhythm of her bouncing ass, his body fully giving in to instinct.
And she felt it. The way his cock throbbed deeper inside her with every desperate thrust — he was close. So close .
A few more wet, snapping slaps of skin echoed through the room — and then that was it.
Hexar let out a final, broken yelp of pleasure. His hands suddenly latched onto Elly's hips, fingers digging into her flesh, and he rammed his hips upward one last time just as Elly slammed her ass back down, hard, into his lap.
She didn't need to look back. The ragged sound of his moaning — strained, hoarse, overwhelmed — said it all. And somehow… hearing him like that? It made her throb even more.
Hexar's entire body shook as his climax hit. His cock twitched violently inside her, then erupted — thick, hot spurts of cum shooting deep into her pussy, one after another, filling her with a warmth that spread through her core. Elly gasped, hips grinding down instinctively, making sure she milked every drop from the trembling boy beneath her.
"F-fuck…" she hissed under her breath, biting her lip, her own release teetering right on the edge.
Feeling him pulse inside her like that, being the one to make him lose it so completely — it did something to her. Something primal.
Elly rolled her hips in slow, teasing circles, squeezing him with her inner walls as the last of his climax spilled into her. Hexar moaned again, softer this time, resting his head gently against her back — drained, breathless, but completely, blissfully wrecked.
After that, it was done — at least for him. Hexar slumped back into his wheelchair, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Elly, on the other hand, was still floating in a haze. Her mind was fogged with heat and pleasure, her body trembling as she slowly rose to her feet. Her legs almost gave out beneath her.
As she lifted herself off him, his cock slipped free — still slick, still twitching — and a long, sticky string of cum stretched from her pussy to the tip of his shaft before finally snapping. She turned to face him, and Hexar leaned back in his seat, dazed, his cock still stubbornly hard despite the orgasm.
Elly reached between her thighs, fingers scooping up a mess of his cum from her folds. She lifted it to her face, examining the milky fluid glistening on her skin. She sniffed it lightly. Musky. Then, without a second thought, she stuck out her tongue and gave it a slow lick. Salty , she noted in her head — cheeks turning red all over again.
Then her eyes drifted down to his cock. Still stiff. Still standing proud, twitching ever so slightly. It was taunting her — tempting her with possibilities. She hesitated. Just for a second.
Then a little voice inside her whispered: Fuck it. You only live once. And that was all she needed.
Without a word, Elly sank to her knees and pulled the boy closer by his thighs. Her breath ghosted over his shaft as she hovered above it, lips parted. Hexar stirred again, lifting his head, confused — until their eyes met.
There was a silent exchange between them. Heated. Shameless.
Then Elly leaned forward, and in one slow motion, she took his sticky, still-warm cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the base, lapping up the remnants of their mess, before she plunged deeper — her lips sealing around his shaft.
"A-Ah! M-Miss Elly!" Hexar cried out again, hands shooting up instinctively. His fingers tangled into her orange hair, clutching tight as she began to bob her head with smooth, practiced motions.
Hexar couldn't hold it in anymore. His moans poured out of him in ragged, high-pitched waves. It was all too much — the heat, the pressure, her mouth. He gripped Elly's hair like his life depended on it, fingers tangled tight in her orange strands as she worked his cock with merciless rhythm. Her lips were sealed snug around his shaft, creating a wet, lewd vacuum, and her tongue never stopped — swirling, tracing every inch, adding maddening layers of sensation.
His hips began to jerk, involuntarily bucking toward her mouth, chasing more of the pleasure. But Elly wasn't having that.
With a firm hand on his stomach, she pressed him back against the wheelchair, forcing him to stay still. She was in charge here.
Elly never expected she'd be this good at giving head — but damn, something about it just clicked . Sure, she'd practiced once or twice in the past, using a dildo for fun, but those toys were nearly five times the size of what she was dealing with now. Yet here she was, her head bobbing fast and deep, lips sliding with ease, as if she were born to do this.
And the best part?
His cock kept twitching wildly in her mouth, throbbing harder the longer she sucked. That desperate reaction of his — the way his body trembled, helpless under her tongue — it lit something up inside her. A deep, dirty satisfaction.
She loved this.
Then, just as suddenly, she pulled back with a wet pop. A thin string of spit clung between her lips and the tip of his shaft. Before he could even gasp, her hand was already wrapped around him, stroking him with smooth, deliberate motions.
She glanced up, locking eyes with the breathless boy, a sultry smirk curling on her lips.
"Yeah… you naughty boy," she murmured, voice low and teasing. "This is your reward… for being so brave, so strong… all these years."
"F-Fuck… Miss Elly! I–I love you!" Hexar blurted out, voice trembling from the sheer pleasure ripping through him. It wasn't planned — just raw, desperate emotion spilling out at the peak of his high.
Elly paused for a heartbeat, her eyes flicking up to meet his. A slow, wicked smirk curled on her lips, her hand never stopping, still pumping his small, soaked cock with steady strokes.
"Oh yeah?" she purred, her voice low and teasing, thick with amusement. "Then show me your love, baby…"
And just like that, she leaned forward again — no hesitation this time. Her mouth wrapped around him once more, hot and wet, but instead of starting with the usual rhythm, she pushed deeper . Inch by inch, her lips sank down, and her tongue extended lower, reaching past the shaft until it slid down to his balls.
Then, in one fluid motion, Elly did the unthinkable — she took both his cock and his testicles into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks as she began to swirl her tongue expertly around them, massaging every sensitive nerve with slow, calculated pressure.
Hexar's entire body jolted in place, a guttural groan escaping his throat. His fingers dug into the armrests of his wheelchair, head rolling back as his senses short-circuited. The warmth, the pressure, the slippery strokes of her tongue — it was all too much, yet not enough.
She moaned softly around his length, the vibrations sending aftershocks straight through his core. Every little sound she made, every flick of her tongue, told him she was enjoying this just as much as he was.
Suddenly, Hexar's legs kicked up, his body jolting as a powerful shiver shot through his entire nervous system. His breath hitched, and a loud groan of pleasure escaped his lips. His hands instinctively reached forward, pushing at Elly's head, the overstimulation too much to handle.
Elly smirked the moment she felt it — that twitch, that pressure. He was close again.
She pulled away just in time, lips parting with a wet pop as she rose to her feet. A thin line of saliva still clung to her lips as she looked down at the flushed, panting boy in the chair. His chest was rising and falling fast, eyes dazed, locked onto her like she was the only thing in the world.
"C'mon. We gotta hurry," she whispered, not wasting a second.
She bent down, scooping him up effortlessly. Hexar barely reacted, still swimming in the aftershocks of pleasure as Elly carried him over to the hospital bed. She gently laid him down, then climbed in beside him.
With practiced ease, she tugged the blanket down and arranged the pillows into a perfect stack against the headboard. Then she leaned back onto them, spreading her legs wide, presenting herself without shame — soaked, glistening, and waiting.
Her pussy throbbed with anticipation, lips slick and parted, practically begging for him.
Hexar stared, entranced — his eyes locked onto the wet heat between her thighs. It was beautiful, raw, real — and it was all for him.
"C'mon, Hexy…" Elly panted softly, her voice sultry and inviting as she gazed down at him with a warm, mischievous smile. "I want it inside me. Now."
The rhythm grew wild. Wet, rapid slaps echoed through the room as Hexar's hips drove into Elly's soaked pussy with more confidence, more hunger. His small frame was trembling, chest heaving with every shallow breath. Sweat ran down his temples, and his moans came out high and needy, like he was being consumed by every single thrust.
"Haa… Hahh… Miss Elly… Mhh— nghhh…!" he whimpered with each movement, breath ragged, hips twitching as he pushed himself to keep going.
Elly clung to him tightly, her arms wrapped around his back, pulling him in deeper. Her legs had wrapped around his waist at some point, locking him into her heat, guiding his pace with each subtle roll of her hips.
Her mouth hung open, lips parted, drool dripping down the side of her cheek. Her eyes fluttered back, lashes quivering as her body rode wave after wave of pure, raw pleasure.
"Yes… Fuck— fuck— that's it, Hexy… Keep going, baby…" she moaned, voice cracking under the intensity.
The sound of his hips slamming against her soaked entrance grew louder, wetter, faster. Every thrust echoed through the hospital room like something sinful and sacred all at once. Her pussy clung to him tightly, sucking him in greedily with each motion.
Elly's nails dug into his back, her body twitching from the overstimulation, but she didn't stop — she couldn't . Her mouth trembled, tongue peeking out between gasps, thick trails of spit clinging to her bottom lip.
Her whole body was shaking now, her chest pressed to his, nipples hard and brushing against his thin hospital gown with every frantic movement.
And Hexar? He was moaning nonstop, whining into her neck as the tension inside him wound tighter and tighter, his soft voice breaking into cries of helpless, addictive pleasure.
Plap plap plap plap plap—
The room was soaked in the sound of it. Wet, sharp, rhythmic. Their bodies were crashing together like they were made to move that way, like nothing else in the world mattered.
And still, Elly held him tighter, pulling him closer, dragging him even deeper.
"Give it to me, baby…" she gasped into his ear. "I want all of it... every drop."
Plap. Plap. Plap.
The rhythm hit its peak — frantic, feverish, animalistic . Their bodies were a tangled, sweating mess, crashing together over and over again with wet, slapping sounds that could've echoed down the hallway if not for the thick hospital walls.
Hexar's moans had lost all shape now — high, cracked sounds, full of heat and helplessness. "Ahhh—ahh—M-Miss Elly! I-It's… it's happening again…!" he cried, voice trembling, body shaking as his hips snapped forward uncontrollably.
Elly's legs tightened around him in response, arms locked around his trembling back. Her eyes were rolled up, unfocused, mouth wide open as drool clung to her lower lip and chin, her face red and soaked in sweat and raw, unbearable pleasure.
"That's it, baby—" she panted, her voice shaking, desperate and breathless. "Cum for me again—inside—fill me up, Hexy…"
Her hips met his one final time— smack —and she held him there, grinding her pussy against his cock, locking him deep inside her soaked, clutching heat.
Hexar's entire body froze. Then he exploded .
"Nnnghhh—!!!" he screamed, his small voice shrill and strained, body twitching violently as thick spurts of cum burst from him, flooding her pussy in rapid pulses. He sobbed through the climax, little gasps and broken moans leaving him as his cock throbbed again and again inside her.
Elly moaned loudly into his ear, feeling every pulse, every drop spill into her. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, milking him, as her own orgasm crested—heat rushing through her body, white-hot, sharp and sweet.
She threw her head back against the pillow stack, eyes fluttering, her mouth trembling as she cried out his name in a choked, filthy moan.
Their bodies shook together — held tight, locked in that raw moment of climax.
Then silence.
Heavy, warm, wet silence, filled only by the sound of their breathing — deep, staggered, exhausted.
Hexar collapsed against her chest, panting, tears welling at the corners of his eyes, not from pain… but from something deeper. Something overwhelming.
Elly stroked his hair gently, brushing her fingers along the sweat-matted strands, still catching her breath, her legs trembling as she kept him buried inside her.
"You did so good, Hexy…" she whispered, her voice soft now, cracked at the edges. "So fucking good…"
Suddenly, the door swung open—
"Hey, we heard somebody screami—"
The doctor stopped mid-sentence. Elly and Hexar froze, still holding each other on the bed. Their eyes widened, locking with the doctor's, who stood there in stunned silence.
"What the fuck is going on in here?"
After the incident, Elly was arrested and formally charged a few weeks later. She received a sentence of two years in prison for grooming and endangering a minor. However, she only served two months before being granted parole—bailed out by none other than Hexar's parents.
At first, Elly didn't understand why. They knew what had happened. They knew their son had slept with a grown woman. But then Hexar's father explained. He wasn't angry. In fact, he was thankful. Their son had little time left, and it had been his dying wish. As long as Elly hadn't hurt him—which she hadn't—they couldn't bring themselves to hold it against her.
A month after her release, she was called back for a second hearing. Her sentence was reduced to 336 hours of community service, six months of probation, and a $30,000 fine for abuse of authority. She also lost her job at the Make-A-Wish Foundation.
Six months to the day after everything unfolded, Hexar passed away peacefully at home. At his funeral, Elly was given the honor of carrying his coffin from the church to his final resting place.
[The End]