Sam coughed, a weak dry rasp, his vocal cords strained from the pressure of being choked.
Again.
His throat was raw, it burned like fire every time he tried to swallow.
It reminded him of the night Jess died.
Tears formed in his eyes, the saliva pooling in his mouth, and he knew he was going to be sick.
"N..no," he whispered to no one.
He tried to will it away, slowly rocking his body back and forth.
Then, warm arms were around his waist, soothing words in his ear.
"Shhhh, it's Ok. "
Sam looked up, and saw her.
His angel.
*****
TBC??