HIS WIFE

Footsteps resonated as the door burst open in a hurry probably attracted by my shout, but I barely cared. My eyes remained solely on Ethan, my palm continuously tapping on his face. My fingers trembled as I tried to wake him. “Please wake up, Ethan,” I begged, tears dripping down my chin but I barely felt it as I shook him. "Plea…please don't die. Please wake up,” I cried louder and desperately as I shook him with force this time. But still he remained still and unmoving. Fingers wrapped around his wrist and I struggled to read his pulse—but it was faint, and so was his heart beat. Fear, terror, and if there was a stronger word—then maybe it would be enough to describe what I felt. “Jamess!” I screamed his name, knowing he would help us “Where are you? Please help Ethan. Please help…” The door burst open before I could complete my words. I watched as a panicked looking James ran through the balcony to where I was. His wide eyes took in Ethan lying helplessly on the floor. And then, it