Brooke.
It took him a few moments to realize who it was. She was sleeping, chest falling and raising slowly, a hospital blanket curled up under her head. A book lay half open on his bedside table.
Sam opened his mouth but no sound came out. His throat felt exceptionally dry. A cup of water sat on the table next to the book. He grabbed it and took a sip, feeling his stomach churn for a few moments before quieting down again.
He opened his mouth but closed it. What was he supposed to say? He had failed, and on top of that, Brooke was trying to sleep.
He wanted to tell her just how beautiful she looked. He wanted to tell her that for a few moments there, when he thought his life was over as the building came crashing down, that he was sorry he hadn’t had more time with her.
Sitti
