So uh due to quarantine i've decided to take up writing fanfiction again but with a different troupe. I have been reading lots of SI and OC inserts these past few months and have fallen in love with them. So here's my take on it. I got the idea from Cherryvoid.

Dying was something Sasha welcomed with open arms.

She had lived for a long 97 years and was ready to pass on. For the last few years all she had been doing was eating, sleeping, watching TV, and spending time with her family. She had long retired from her job and spent her days doing pretty much nothing.

It had caused her to start to move slower.

Forget things.

And get weaker as days passed.

To top it off her family took very good care of her and it caused her to get very lazy. Every once in a while though, one of her grandchildren would need help with their school work and she was more than happy to help.

In her younger years Sasha had been a surgeon. A critical care surgeon to be exact. Her days were filled with many emergency calls and hours in the operating room dealing with patients. Being in that line of work had gotten her used to death. She had watched countless people die as she operated on them. And now she was the one about to die.

"It was funny how it worked" Sasha silently thought to herself slightly lifting the corners of her lips.

She was currently resting on her bed, the one that she used to share with her now deceased husband. Her breath slowed and she could feel her life start to slip. It was time.

Dying was not scary. No it was comforting to her. For many reasons Sasha was scared. Scared for what was to happen next. Scared for her family. And scared for the unknown. But she was also quite happy. Happy that she would finally be able to reunite with her loved ones. Her friends. Her family. And her spouse.

It was nice.

And then she woke up.