The flickering light cast long shadows on the wall.
Arthur was removing his mask again, his eyes wide. Sarah rushed in, her hands firm on his.
"Stay with us, Arthur!"
The alarms settled as she restored the oxygen. Arthur lay still.
""I want to die the same way she did," he whispered. "Quietly. Here. In this bed. It felt like the only way to be close to her again.""
Sarah squeezed his hand. "Being close to her isn't about where you die, Arthur. It's about how you lived with her."