The blood was a dark stain on Arthur's arm.
He had torn the IV out with a force that spoke of a deep, unyielding pain. Sarah rushed in, her hands firm as she grabbed his arm.
"Stop! You’re going to bleed out!"
She bandaged the wound, her face a mask of professional concern. "She faded right here," Arthur whispered, his eyes seeking Sarah's. "Slowly... I watched it happen. The light just dimmed until it was gone. And I’ve been sitting in the shadows ever since."
"Sarah squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his. "The light didn't go out, Arthur. It just changed. It's in the way you remember her. It's in the way you're still here to tell the story.""