Through the glass panel, the room looked like a stage.
Arthur had violently pulled off his oxygen mask, his chest heaving with an effort his body couldn't sustain. Sarah ran in, her face a mask of panic as she restored the mask.
"Breathe! Stay with me!"
Arthur settled, his eyes closing in exhaustion. "She stopped breathing," he said, the words muffled. "Just like this. I watched the rise and fall of her chest until there was no more rise. And I’ve been holding my breath ever since."
"Sarah sat with him, the soft zoom of the monitor the only sound. "You can breathe now, Arthur. You've held it long enough.""