As the pain melted from her face the room is pierced with silence.
Her hand begins to cool despite being wrapped in mine and I instinctively pull the covers up trying to keep her warm. But still her hand grows colder and the ice crawls up toward my heart.
I close my eyes and hold my breath as I will my heart to stop. I want to fall to the hard floor beneath me and never get up.
Blurred figures move in and out of my periphery until the room is empty and still.
It is only her and me now. But maybe it is really only me.
I am frozen to the spot next to her. She was still here just moments ago but now she is gone. I couldn’t keep her here. I wouldn’t want to extend her pain. But now I am alone even as I hold her hand.
I am paralyzed and I don’t know what to do. I cannot simply walk out of the room and leave her.
So, I stand frozen by the cold hand wrapped in mine.