I glance over at the door, not seeing anyone and once I look back at Zoe she is pressing down on the oxygen tube hard. As she’s bending it his eyes pop open and I move towards the bed, watching as he struggles to take a breath.
Zoe smiles while tears roll down her face. I look on watching him fight for his life. He reaches out, trying to grab for Zoe and I grab a pillow from off the couch behind me and place it over his face. I press down hard. Zoe releases the tube and begins pressing down on the pillow with me too. We both press with all our might.