"Mr. Grant, we've done everything we could..." the doctors said, their heads bowed in apology.
Leona Grant walked to Annabelle Linton's hospital bed and yanked off the sheet.
Annabelle Linton was completely dead. The hole in her head was still there; nothing had changed, except her eyes would never open again.
He gathered her in his arms and began to sob brokenly. "Honey, wake up and look at me... It's me, your Leona..."
"Open your eyes and look at me! Didn't you always love me so much? I love you so much too! Honey, open your eyes and look at me. One glance... just one glance, please..."
"Honey... Annabelle Linton, I'm begging you, please wake up. Don't scare me like this. Wake up and look at me, won't you...?"
"Annabelle, wake up! We've been together since we were children. You promised you'd be my wife forever. How could you just leave me like this, leaving me to suffer through all of this?"
"Honey, wake up!"
