Given below is the last few pages of 'The last leaf' written by O'Henry.
(If you want to you can refer the whole story before you try to attempt to answer this question).
Recreate the following passage with a different and equally dramatic ending.

The passage to be recreated:

In the morning, after an hour?s sleep, she went to Johnsy?s bed-
side. Johnsy with wide-open eyes was looking toward the window. ?I
want to see,? she told Sue.
Sue took the cover from the window.
But after the beating rain and the wild wind that had not stopped
through the whole night, there still was one leaf to be seen against the
wall. It was the last on the tree. It was still dark green near the branch.
But at the edges it was turning yellow with age. There it was hanging
from a branch nearly twenty feet above the ground.
?It is the last one,? said Johnsy. ?I thought it would surely fall dur-
ing the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today, and I shall die at the
same time.?
?Dear, dear Johnsy!? said Sue. ?Think of me, if you won?t think
of yourself. What would I do??
But Johnsy did not answer. The most lonely thing in the world is
a soul when it is preparing to go on its far journey. The ties that held
her to friendship and to earth were breaking, one by one.
The day slowly passed. As it grew dark, they could still see the
leaf hanging from its branch against the wall. And then, as the night
came, the north wind began again to blow. The rain still beat against
the windows.
When it was light enough the next morning, Johnsy again com-
manded that she be allowed to see.
The leaf was still there.
Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to
Sue, who was cooking something for her to eat.
?I?ve been a bad girl, Sue,? said Johnsy. ?Something has made that
last leaf stay there to show me how bad I was. It is wrong to want to die.
I?ll try to eat now. But first bring me a looking-glass, so that I can see
myself. And then I?ll sit up and watch you cook.?
An hour later she said, ?Sue, some day I hope to paint the Bay of
Naples.?
The doctor came in the afternoon. Sue followed him into the
hall outside Johnsy?s room to talk to him.
?The chances are good,? said the doctor. He took Sue?s thin, shak-
ing hand in his. ?Give her good care, and she?ll get well. And now I must
see another sick person in this house. His name is Behrman. A painter,
I believe. Pneumonia, too. Mike is an old, weak man, and he is very ill.
There is no hope for him. But we take him to the hospital today. We?ll
make it as easy for him as we can.?
The next day the doctor said to Sue: ?She?s safe. You have done
it. Food and care now?that?s all.?
And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay. She
put one arm around her.
?I have something to tell you,? she said. ?Mr. Behrman died of
pneumonia today in the hospital. He was ill only two days. Someone
found him on the morning of the first day, in his room. He was help-
less with pain.?
?His shoes and his clothes were wet and as cold as ice. Everyone
wondered where he had been. The night had been so cold and wild.
?And then they found some things. There was a light that he had
taken outside. And there were his materials for painting. There was
paint, green paint and yellow paint. And?
?Look out the window, dear, at the last leaf on the wall. Didn?t
you wonder why it never moved when the wind was blowing? Oh, my dear, it is Behrman?s great masterpiece?he painted it there the night
that the last leaf fell.?