Phil rushed through the hospitals hallways. He knew he didn’t have long reach the room, and if he was late…
He shook his head, refusing to accept the idea that he wouldn’t make it. Out of all the things he’d ever done, saying goodbye to his friends and family was the one thing he had to do.
He rounded a corner and saw the room ahead. Smiling, he punched the air in triumph, darted past the nurse’s station, and reached for the door.
“Phil… you’ll be missed, love.”
What? No! His hand passed through the door handle as he faded.