Five
he whispers, hunched forward, claws on his knees.
“Try, come on,” I urge, almost placing my hand on his massive back.
“Look at me, Sam… you can do it, come on…” I murmur, cupping his sharp-toothed face in my hands.
Sam closes his eyes, clenches his fists, and takes a deep breath, expanding his chest.
Suddenly, he’s human again.
“Fantastic!… You did it!” I boast proudly. “Let’s see Mónica.”
“Sam… I didn’t have the courage to remember, but it’s been on my mind… who is Laila?” I ask as we approach the ER.