Nothing happened.
I stood there for one moment. Then two, then three, then four. Five minutes turned into ten minutes, and soon, I was staring at a dead body with a film of blood over its chest for more than twenty minutes.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto the floor next to his cot. I must have been too late; his organs had turned cold. Maybe I took longer than I thought I did, too delirious to notice.
The shock invading my system must have forced me into a forced sleep. I slipped into unconsciousness, right through the cracks. My mental fingers dug into the consciousness to avoid falling through, but there was no use; I fell right through like liquid.
“Hey, at least you tried. That’s all I care about,” Alan said to me as he adjusted Theo’s form, narrowing h
