Fenisha was lying in the ED, after the crash. Ethan looked at her, the blood, the tubes the leaking heart that looks as if it will never start again. He couldn't bear it any more.
'Stop,' he finally managed to choke out through the pain that was crushing him 'please, stop.'
Except, he didn't. He loved her too much to let her go. He knew there was surgeons upstairs, who might be able to fix her, and he would try anything, just to give her one more chance. So maybe, just maybe, they would have the life they could have had, the life they had just had back.
"You'll be alright Bri" He assured her with a beaming smile, even though he knew she wasn't going to buy it. "Alright? Nothing is ever going to be alright Bradley" She flared up. "You don't say that Bri" She stared at him for some seconds before uttering another word. "All these tubes connected to my body, and you sit here tryna get my hopes on!?" Her eyes were starting to get blurred with tears. "Don't get all worked up Bri" His beaming smile was slowly fading. "I'll die, won't I?" She asked with a wry smile. "No Bri, don't say that" He replied almost immediately, as he went closer and caressed her already wet cheeks. "We'll fight this together Bri"
Can they really fight this together?