Brenda’s POV
I sensed that I was losing myself.
My side pain had become dull. Too boring. I felt as though I was slipping beneath the surface of the ocean. Though they seemed distant, like echoes bouncing off the walls of a dream, I could hear voices.
"Brenda, remain here!" Through the mist, Tony's voice could be heard. It had a keen edge. Crazy.
My lips refused to move when I tried to respond to him.
Someone yelled, "Her heart rate is dropping."
Steps. Beeping. Shouting.
Then I sensed his hand, Tony's hand, firmly clutching mine.
His voice cracked as he whispered, "Please, don't do this." "Remain with me."
He had trembling fingers.
"I can't let you go... not after everything. Do you hear me? You are more powerful than this. Brenda, fight. Fight, please.
My cheeks began to well
