You watch his slender body deteriorate right in front of you, yet you don't feel any pain or any stabs of strong emotion. You just stare at his slender body, his wiry blonde hair illuminated by the lights of the hospital room. You have no heavy regrets, and you keep a straight face. You are numb. And you are still numb even though this was supposed to be you dying on the hospital bed – not him. You are numb even though this was your fault. If you only kept your eyes on the road while driving…
You wouldn't lose Mark.