BOOK 3: CHAPTER 41 - DREAMERS

He said I taught him how to dream. Maybe he taught me, too. When fate brings the strongest man I know to his knees, dreams aren"t enough to save us. But Timothy and I have one last chance, and the power to decide how this ends. A tragedy for the ages. Or the perfect ending to the most beautiful song ever written... Ours. ///////////////////////////////////////////// I"ve never watched a ballet with blood before. But that"s what this is. The two EMTs move around Timothy in a dance they"ve rehearsed, one I"ve never seen and have no part in. He"s strapped to a stretcher and lifted into the back of an ambulance. One of the techs, a woman, asks me questions about what happened. I try to answer, but I can"t take my eyes from Timothy—not when they put a mask over his face that hides his shallow breathing or when the lights inside the vehicle make his pale face look yellow. After the stretcher is locked in place in the ambulance, the vehicle takes off.