The flickering fluorescent lights cast long, skeletal shadows on the wall.
Arthur had tried to rip off his IV line, his heart monitor spiking into a loud, frantic alarm. Sarah rushed in, her face a mask of determination.
"Stop! You’re going to kill yourself!"
He settled, the bandage restoring a fragile stability. "She went quiet," he whispered, his eyes searching Sarah's. "Just like this. One second she was fighting, and the next... she was just gone. I’m tired of the fight, Sarah. I just want the quiet."
"Sarah took his hand, her grip firm. "The quiet isn't the end, Arthur. It's the place where the love stays. You don't have to fight to find it.""