P.O.V - David.
Do you want to know something she didn't give up on even as she laid there?" Conan asks as he looks at me.
I stand there not knowing what to say.
"You.
She kept saying you'd come and save her.
She believed you would come and you'd treat her and she would be alright and then we would all be happy.
You know with her faith in you we also began hoping, believing that maybe you'd actually come.
Well, she was quite right, you did come, but you came twenty hours late.
Yesterday she stopped breathing due to the infection.
Why couldn't you have just come a day earlier...
Why did you have to come after he had gone?" Conan yells as he drops to his knees sobbing under the rain.
The other children go over to him and they weep together.
I stood there, my head spinning as I stare blankly at this grave before me.
She... she really is dead?
And she died yesterday?
So if I had just made it a day earlier...
