Arthur tried to sit up, the wires pulling taut like leashes.
Sarah caught him just as his strength failed. "You’re not strong enough!" she warned, guiding him back to the safety of the bed.
The chaotic beeping subsided into a steady pulse. Arthur lay back, his breath ragged.
"She tried to stay," he whispered. "But she couldn't. Her body just... gave up. And I’m sitting here with a body that wants to live, but a soul that wants to go with her. It’s a civil war I’m losing, Sarah."
"Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, her heart aching. "The soul doesn't follow the body, Arthur. It follows the heart. And your heart is still here. For a reason.""