After all that effort, he still didn't have the courage. Not until Ashley held his other hand did Arthur feel some warmth through his cold fingers.
The white sheet was slowly lifted, revealing John's dry face.
Compared to the John they once knew, he was now so gaunt he was barely recognizable beyond the familiar outline of his features.
John lay peacefully on the hospital bed. The blood at the corner of his mouth had been wiped clean. If one ignored the unnaturally pale complexion, it would have looked like he was simply asleep. But Arthur knew he wasn't just asleep.
Arthur's throat felt dry. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.
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