End of the Line
My vision was getting darker, and I could barely make out a silhouette.
It was Wade.
I couldn't see his face behind the mask, but his eyes were brimming with tears. I could tell what he was thinking.
I was dying.
Wade stopped the resuscitation, and the assistants quietly left the room. He bent down and cradled my head, tears falling onto my face.
"Annie, why did we see each other again only for it to end like this? I spent my whole life studying medicine, but I still couldn't save you."