Time seems to have frozen at this moment.
Karen stands in a daze.
Even though the doctor continues to diligently perform his duty, Karen pays him no mind, standing quietly and blankly in place.
Staring fixedly, motionlessly, at Felix lying on the bed.
The whole world falls silent.
Felix, pale and bloodless, lies there serenely and peacefully, the blue veins beneath his skin seemingly halted, and the remaining vitality dispersing helplessly into the cold air.
Sigh.
Karen exhales a long breath as if finally able to breathe.
She sits gingerly by the bedside, afraid to disturb Felix's slumber, tilting her head to quietly study that angelic face.
Then, she lifts her fingers to gently smooth the wrinkles between Felix's brows, where pain and torment have constantly furrowed them, leaking hints of struggle despite all efforts to control it.
Not just for this period of time.
