Lana’s P.O.V.
I was sitting next to my bed, Jamie’s hand still in mine. Ever since his last squeeze, I had not felt anything from Jamie. No squeeze, no twitch, no warmth of his body temperature, not even the sparkles that I used to feel when he would have touched me. And so, I just sat there, looking at him, and holding him, and I would keep doing that, for as long as I possibly could.
Lottie was sitting on the other side of the bed. She hadn’t stopped crying, since she had heard the news and had come barging in here. Matt was at her side, holding her close and whispering into her ear from time to time. Every few minutes, he would leave, just for a few seconds, to get us something to drink or eat, but I just couldn’t. My throat had been shut down completely. I couldn’t even think about e
