Disclaimer: I do not own Person of Interest
I heard him cry himself to sleep. It was the first thing I was aware of, his sobs. They shook his body and left my hand wet from his tears. I forced my eyes open, forced myself to look at him, he looked to be finally calm, his dream world seeming much better than the real one. I wonder if I'm there, with him. I imagine a nice warm beach, sitting next to him, sun warming our skin, with cold drinks in our hands. They drip water from the perspiration on the outside but it's a welcome feeling. Much better than the water on my hand from his drying tears. I try to sit up only to find I'm hooked into all these machines. The only thing I can manage is to keep my eyes open. No noise, no movement, just his steady breathing, and the even beeping of my heart monitor. I drift back into darkness but this time it's different. I am no longer in a dream state, I am aware of my body as it begins convulsing, contracting, I feel the searing pain as my stitches rip open, I hear Harold calling for a nurse frantically. I hear the heart monitor go flat and then I'm gone once again.