C157 The Thin Line Between Life and Death

“Don’t talk like that,” I choked out, my tears falling onto his face. “You’re going to be first-rate. Help is coming, okay? Just live with me.”

But his eyes have been losing cognizance, the strength draining from his body. “I... I couldn’t let him harm you,” he gasped, wincing as pain wracked his frame. “I love you, Helen.”

His phrases shattered me, and I clung to him