'Okay, this is it. See you on the other side. Probably sooner rather than later.'
'Make it later?'
Oh God, please make it later. You don't think you could bear it if you died knowing that it was futile. That you hadn't saved his life.
Because that's the only reason you can muster up the courage to smile right now instead of crying and screaming. Because you're telling yourself that you're doing it for him. You're dying for him.
But then, you decide that you don't mind dying, because he kisses you, and you're pretty sure you're already in Heaven.