Jaxon
Five hours, we have been standing here, listening to the beat of Carina's heart. The doctor told us that it might take a few hours or maybe minutes, but there is very little chance that she will make it past that. Still, we all stayed, holding hands and sending up constant prayers as we listened. I refuse to look up, my neck already hurting but I can't force myself to look at her as she gives her last breaths. My tears have dried on my cheeks and my voice has gone hoarse, my legs shaking from standing there, but still I keep standing along with everyone else.
"Jaxon?" I hear her voice and my tears start running again as a sob leaves me. I know it isn't real. I know there is no possible way that it is really Carina calling out my name, but when I hear her say it again, I look up an
