The flight medic was working frantically, but he wouldn’t look Kyle in the eye. It didn’t look good. Kyle, tears streaming down his face, promised he would find her and kept shouting at Mac to keep his eyes open.
When Mac finally woke up, the room was quiet. The harsh hospital lights had been dimmed. He felt heavy, as if he were pinned to the bed by lead weights.
He saw a silhouette sitting in the chair by the window. He blinked, trying to clear his vision. Was it her?
He figured he must be dead. It was the only way Annie would be standing in the same room as him. He felt a wave of peace, thinking they were finally in a place where the lies couldn’t reach them.
The heart monitor began to beep faster. A doctor came in, checked the vitals, and smiled. He told Mac he was a lucky man and that he’d pulled through the worst of it.
The doctor told the person in the chair they could have a minute, then stepped out. Mac watched as the figure approached the bed. The vision of Annie didn’t disappear.
It was her. She was older, with a few lines around her eyes, but she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Mac reached out a trembling hand, and when her skin felt warm and real, he started to cry…
