The POV camera followed Sarah as she rushed into the room.
Arthur was trying to pull his mask and IV together, a final act of desperation.
"No! Stay with me!" Sarah pleaded, her hands grabbing his firmly.
The alarms spiked, a frantic rhythm that matched the fear in the room. But slowly, Arthur began to settle.
""Her last night," he murmured. "It looked exactly like this. The way the light hit the floor. The way the nurse looked at her. I’m looking at the end, Sarah. And it looks just like the one I already saw.""
Sarah leaned in, her voice a gentle whisper. "This isn't the end, Arthur. This is the middle of a story that isn't over yet."