Beth took a moment to calm down. When the panic finally receded and she could think clearly, she noticed her husband by her side. Reaching out, she took the hand he offered with a smile. Her fingers delicately curled around his hand, only to suddenly jerk back as a slight shock stung her hands. She glanced down at her hands, smiling slight. She felt so heavy and foggy. It took a moment to realize that she must be on medication. She felt incredibly slow, warm, and fuzzy. When she glanced back up at her husband, it was to find him sprawled, half falling out of his bed, unconscious and pale. She gasped and cried out.<br/><br/>Her throat was raw from the tubes, so the sound was more of a croak. She reached toward him, but couldn't seem to reach. Her body didn't respond properly as she tried to rise and go to him. The doctor beat her to it, rushing to his side. He barked a command at her to be still before feeling for a pulse. She felt panic settle in as it appeared there was no pulse to be found. The doctor set in immediately to begin CPR, pausing only to hit a button on the side of Jim's bed, calling for help.<br/><br/>"Please... no..." She began to weep, her voice torn by a sob, as she watched her husband die.