The silence of the night shift was a heavy weight.
Arthur had aggressively pulled off his monitoring cables, the alarms echoing through the glass wall of the ICU. Sarah ran in, her face a mask of determination.
"Stop this right now!"
She reattached the cables. Arthur lay still, his eyes fixed on the empty chair.
""She kept looking at me," he said, his voice a ghost of a sound. "Until the last second. I wanted her to see me until the very last second.""
Sarah sat beside him, taking his hand. "She did see you, Arthur. And she's still seeing you."