Quasim was in the middle of the bed with his shirt cut open and his cross still around his neck. One nurse tried to remove it, and Blair screamed. “Noooo, leave it. You leave his fucking cross around his neck. Never fucking remove it,” she tried to run into the operating room, and I held her back while she screamed and collapsed into my arms. “Simmy, please, baby, wake up! You promised me, Simmy!”
she doesn’t deserve to be going through this man
