Jack stood in the threshold unable to make a move. What he had before his eyes was so unreal that he felt as if he had been dropped into some movie. He could smell the hospital, hear nervous voices, see all the commotion, but....
How?
How could this have happened?
Why were these people in white smocks surrounding Michael's bed? Why was one of these people performing a heart massager on him and another forcing air into his lungs? After all, everything was supposed to be different, everything was supposed to be fine....
The machine emitted a steady, monotonous screech....
No, Michael can't just....
Jack had the feeling that in a moment his own heart would stop. No, Michael, you can't give up, not now that Kevin is whole and is on his way to see you. For God's sake Michael!
