She was crying now, the germ slowly taking her in.
She said again, "Please, I... I don't want to die Joey".
"Sorry, it's too late for that," I said.
She looked up at me with sheer terror, and shock on her face. She knew I was really going to let her die. She began to cry harder, trying to get the germ off her. But she couldn't. The germ gained more and more of her body. Finally with one last, "Please!" her head was pulled into the germ. I could she her body contained in the tiny organism. Slowly I watched the solid form inside the germ dissolve and disappear.
I walked away, from the microscope. At first I had no remorse, but now her cries came back to me. I remembered the look of terror in her eyes as she realized she was going to die. Should I bring her back?