The IV line was a red stain on the white sheet.
Arthur had tried to sit up, his movements desperate and uncoordinated. Sarah caught him before he could hurt himself further.
"You’re bleeding again, Arthur!"
She bandaged the arm, her movements gentle. Arthur lay back, his breath ragged.
""I held her hand," he whispered, his eyes fixed on the empty space beside him. "Until it went cold. It was the coldest thing I’ve ever felt. And I’ve been freezing ever since. I just want to feel her warmth again, Sarah. Even if it means going where she is.""
Sarah took his hand, holding it between both of hers. "I'm holding your hand now, Arthur. And it's warm. She's not in the cold. she's in the warmth of the life you shared."