The sound of the heart monitor was now a constant song that kept on playing in my head as I remained seated next to Alessandro’s bed. The featureless white surface appeared to be coming down on my head to remind us of defeat. Chase leaned against the wall, his shadow looming on the window like a scared young man I once knew not long ago.
“Any change?” I whispered.
Staring out the window still, Chase shook his head. As he was yesterday. No, actually, as he was the day before yesterday and the day before it as well.
The guilt was sinking its claws into me, making it even difficult to breathe. This was our fault. Our stupidity, our stupid desire for heroism has placed Alessandro in this bed, at the edge between life and death.
I extended my hand towards him, holding Alessandro’s lifel
