Sam glanced up at Donna. She couldn’t quite hide the horror on her face. He hated it. The way she looked at him, the feeling of utter helplessness that welled up inside him when he realized just how hopeless their situation was. He could help neither Donna nor himself; he supposed he’d just been holding onto that faint hope that somehow he’d save both of them. And now he was dying, and Donna was still dying, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Well, it looks like I cracked first,” Sam said weakly. “As if I needed anymore proof that you’re stronger than me.”

Donna shook her head, eyes watering with tears. “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”