**Title: Bloom's Final Stand**

In the sterile glow of the hospital room, a heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of medical machines. Bloom lay on the bed, her once radiant form now pallid and frail, bearing the cruel marks of her recent battle with the witch Aisyei. The room was dimly lit, shadows casting an eerie pallor on the faces of her friends who stood around her bed, each consumed by a silent dread. Stella stood closest, her usual bright demeanor replaced by a mask of sheer despair. Her hand trembled as she held Bloom’s, squeezing it gently as though willing her to hold on. Tears streamed down her golden cheeks, each one catching a glint of the harsh overhead lights. “Bloom, you can’t leave us,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “We need you… I need you.” Flora, always the calm in their storm, struggled to maintain her composure. She reached a hand to gently touch Bloom’s brow, her fingers trembling. “Stay with us, Bloom,” she murmured, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “The flowers still need your light.” Musa stood a few steps back, her fists clenched at her sides. The vibrant music notes that normally danced around her seemed to have lost their harmony. Her voice wavered as she spoke, “You’re the heart of our group, Bloom. How can we move forward without you?” Tecna, ever the problem-solver, furiously scanned the monitors, seeking any sign of hope in the cold, digital readouts. Her practical mind was at war with her breaking heart. “There must be something we can do,” she muttered, though even she knew the futility of her words. “There has to be a solution…” Aisha, always a warrior, knelt by Bloom’s side, her hand brushing a strand of fiery hair from Bloom’s face. “You’ve always fought so fiercely. Don’t stop fighting now, Bloom. We believe in you.” Despite their pleas, Bloom’s breaths became increasingly shallow, her eyes dimming. She gathered the strength for one final act, her voice weak yet determined. “My friends…” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “I need you all to carry on without me. The Dragon Fire… it cannot die with me.” She raised a trembling hand, the flicker of the Dragon Fire igniting within her palm, then dividing and passing to each of her friends. Stella, Flora, Musa, Tecna, and Aisha each felt the warmth and power of the ancient flame as it settled within them, a piece of Bloom’s spirit now forever a part of them. Her last gaze fell upon Sky, her beloved. His face was a mask of grief, his blue eyes filled with tears he didn’t bother to wipe away. “Sky…” Bloom’s voice was barely audible. “Love… I’ll always be with you… in your heart.” Sky grasped her hand, leaning in to press his forehead to hers. “Bloom, I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “But I’ll carry your love with me always.” Bloom’s lips curved into a faint smile as her eyes finally closed. The monitors emitted a long, piercing tone as her pulse flatlined. Her hand went limp in Sky’s grasp, and an overwhelming silence filled the room. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The friends stood together, united in their grief, but also by the shared warmth of the Dragon Fire now burning within them. They had lost their beloved Bloom, but her light, her essence, would continue to guide and protect them. Sky kissed Bloom’s cold hand, tears silently streaming down his face. “Goodbye, Bloom,” he murmured. “We’ll make you proud.” In their hearts, they carried her memory, and with the Dragon Fire, they would ensure that Bloom’s legacy would live on, lighting their path as they faced the challenges ahead.