We May Not Have Much Time Left
The words sucked all the air from the room.
"Call his wife. Call his family. We may not have much time left."
Sophia froze.
Her heart stopped.
No.
No.
No.
The doctor was wrong.
He had to be wrong.
Steve wasn't dying.
Not tonight.
Not now.
Not while she still had questions.
Not while she was still angry.
Not while she still loved him.
"Save him."
The plea escaped her lips before she realized she was speaking.
The doctor immediately began issuing orders.
Nurses rushed in.
Machines beeped wildly.
The room exploded into motion.
Yet Sophia remained frozen.
Watching.
Terrified.
Helpless.
Stanley stood beside the bed.
His face had gone completely white.
The sight alone frightened S
