She shook from unshed tears, smiling despite her pain as we watched Curtis waste away before our eyes. Sam, Drake and Father Patrick stood on the other side of his bed as Dr. Susie checked his vital signs and kept an IV going. She looked up, her soothing energy settling us as a tear slid down her face. "Curtis… " He coughed up blood. "I'm dying, aren't I? It's okay, I can feel it." His fiancé, who stood next to me, grabbed his hand. "No, you're going to make it. I won't let you go." I tried to imagine what I'd be feeling if it were Rose in that bed, but that just made me see red. I'd already come too close to losing her. I knew what it felt like, and my heart broke for Paul and Curtis, for the pain they were in right now. Everyone looked dejected, ready for the end, but there had to be a way to save him. As if in answer to my thoughts, Serena entered the room followed by her white cat, Angel, who ignored me as she passed by.
