He didn’t have the strength to fly, she realized, feeling disheartened.
Her stomach sank and a bit of acid came up the back of her throat, making her feel nauseous. They were going to hit the ground.
She wanted to scream, beg, cry, plead, but no words, no sound would come. She watched in horrified silence as they plummeted towards the ground below them. The closer they got to the ground, the less she was able to make out. She could hardly even see them anymore - they were so small.
Pain.
Richard returned the pain in her eyes and nodded at her. “I know...” He stepped in front of her, wrapping his arms around her as if to shield her from what was going to happen. “I love you.”
He really is a good man.
“Those cameras don’t capture... sound, do they?” she asked, trying to keep the panic from her voice. They had discussed some delicate issues up on the roof. She couldn’t remember if she had actually called him Clark or not, but...
Heart in throat!
“Jason, why don’t you go with Mr. White for a minute, okay?”
Wouldn't Jason call Perry "Uncle Perry"? He is Richard's uncle.
“Please, Clark. Please. Wake up. I need to look into your eyes again. I need you to hold me. It’s been three days...”
More pain. You're good at this, DJ.
“Please don’t leave me...” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
“I won’t. I’ll stay as long as they let me.” Her voice was unsteady and it cracked a little at the end.
“No... ever.” His eyes were barely open, searching for her.
“What?” She sniffled again.
“Don’t ever leave.”
She smiled at him through eyes still brimming with tears. “Well I do have to work you know.”
Love it.
He squeezed her hand one more time before he let it go. Her body was blocking his face from the doctor and nurse and he quickly mouthed ‘I love you’. She mouthed it back and smiled at him.
/me is happy, happy, happy.
