Quietness.
That could be said about the point between life and death. There was quietness.
He watched doctors and nurses swarm around Oliver, asking him questions.
They didn't touch his body. They believed him as good as dead.
Oliver said nothing, staring at England.
England stared back.
"Arthur... Stay with me for the surgery..."
Arthur stopped looking at himself, and took Oliver's hand. He ignored the doctor, who was asking him about 'Arthur' the hallucination.
But he wasn't a hallucination.
Not really.