The monitor was a flashing red alert.
Arthur had ripped off his blanket and wires, his face contorted with a silent grief. Sarah grabbed him, her voice a steady anchor.
"You’re not dying tonight."
The room eventually fell into a heavy silence. Arthur lay weak and still.
""I can't hear her voice anymore," he whispered. "The machines are too loud. I have to go where it's quiet, Sarah.""
Sarah leaned in, her voice a gentle whisper. "She's not in the quiet, Arthur. she's in the way you remember her. Close your eyes. Can you hear her now?"