Daniel opened his eyes and looked around. What had happened?

He and Beth lay entwined on the hospital room floor. Daniel could feel Beth’s weight on him, could feel her frail body. She had dwindled these past months. Her head lay on his chest. A small pool of yellow-green vomit was soaking into his shirt there. Thin trails of spittle connected it to her cracked lips.

How long how they laid there like this? Only seconds, at most — no orderlies or nurses had come rushing in yet. He must’ve blac...