CHAPTER 51.5

Our distance was very close, but it still took me a couple of steps.  Once I arrived at his bedside, he held my hand and placed it on his chest.  Like a spark of lightning, I could feel his heart beating softly from my fingertips. His forehead was pale and a few strands of hair that had gotten wet from his cold sweat lay on top.  His face was sunken in and his breathing was faint.  He was skinny and weak, while surrounded by the smell of disinfecting alcohol. Read more