It was as if the sound of the flat ECG was coming from a distant point, sounding muffled in his ears, like a prelude to the gray world cracking, and breaking like a mirror, a fragile mirror.
The doctors moved, panicked but professional, injecting a stimulant to Evelyn's still warm body. Daemon's dark eyes exuded a deep chill that refused to accept the result which was taking shape. He put his hands above the heart that had just been beating with joy not long ago, and like all those times under the hails of bullets, he started pushing and pressing down, doing his best to resuscitate her, to resuscitate her heart. He pressed with all the restraint he could muster to not break her fragile form, making her body shake on the bed until the fragile mirror-like gray world broke, but not before it regained color, and it pulled the creeping coldness out of his being.
*Beep*
