...Lying on the quiet isolation ward bed, Barry felt that every breath was like a difficult battle.
The air seemed to become incredibly heavy, struggling to squeeze into his lungs and slowly exhale, bringing endless fatigue.
His chest felt as though a giant stone weighed upon it, waves of dull pain assaulted him, his heartbeat erratically sped up and slowed, his vision blurred, and the silent isolation ward became illusory and distant.
He knew that his life was quietly slipping away like the sands in an hourglass.
After struggling for life for three years, his instincts wanted to reach out for something, but his limbs felt as heavy as lead, making it difficult to move even a single finger.
Barry originally thought that after painfully sending off his wife and children, he would not fear being alone, he thought he had been waiting for this moment.
But when death seemed to engulf him like a tide, being slowly swallowed by despair, a tear still welled up in his eye.
