The Quietest Voices
Harrison’s two a.m. round?” she said.
“If he gives you something to stop your heart, you won’t live to see morning.
How can you just lie here and let him walk in?” And I looked at this woman, who six days ago I had not been able to name, and who was now the only person on earth helping me stay alive, and I told her the plan, or the part of it she needed to know.
“Because he thinks he’s coming to finish off a dying man,” I said.