He took a step back. A deep breath left his lungs overwhelmed and a burning sensation in his chest. His near blue lips trembled as a single tear slipped from his baby blues. He knew the devastation that would rack his fragile body if Michael were to pass on that cold slab of metal they called an operation table. It reminded him more of the examination table at the morgue. It sent chills up his spine to know that if things go wrong that that could be Michael's next stop.
