She's dead, she's dead!
Collapsing onto my knees, trying not to believe my eyes, which are now traitors. I saw her alive and healthy a few hours ago, and it's just my mind playing tricks on me. She'll be OK, and I'll be OK. This is just a temporary ordeal for us.
Then a terrifying thought – what if it's the truth? What if she really is dead? Can I go on, knowing that the only woman I ever truly loved is gone?
They urge me to rest, to sleep, but when I close my eyes, all I see if her, and I want to be with her, as close to her as possible, but they won't even tell me how she is. And that just makes it worse, because the terrifying thought wins, and I can't stand it.
He killed her! He killed Michelle, and I want him to pay!
I'm angry, and in a split second I might have killed the man who took Michelle from me, from this world. The hypocrite Jack, pleading me not to go through with this. Or maybe he isn't an hypocrite, maybe he hurts because of he what he did to Nina? I hesitate longer, and it seems like Jack is winning me over to his way of thinking, and part of me is glad.
My patience has run thin, and vengeance is on my mind once more.
No Jack, no obstacles in my way. I have grown tired of waiting, and now Henderson will pay for his crimes. I try not to think of the consequences, and consider only the fact that I will avenge Michelle, but he manages to surprise me. Pain shoots through me as the needle and its venom take effect.
Am I dying? Is this murderous act by Henderson actually merciful, a mercy killing to reunite me with Michelle?
Jack comes rushing in, sees me on the floor. He's sad, angry, upset – a whole mosaic of emotion, and I know that I've let my friend down, but he doesn't let this show. As everything goes misty, I think only of Michelle, and the times we could have had.