The damp air had already sent shivers through my legs. The cloth vaguely trying to hold together my torn flesh was getting more useless by each passing second. The crimson blood seeped through the bandages and seemed long past clotting. The wound was too large. Hope faded as the loss of blood added a dizzying cloudiness to all my thoughts.a
I took a deep breath and tried thinking of Johanna (yo-hawn-uh). The last thing I wanted to remember about my life was that for a brief moment I had what every man since Adam had searched for; the perfect woman, relationship, and moment. The very knowledge that Johanna existed and knowing that she wanted me and no other man made my last seconds of agony, somehow blissful.
I laid my head against the stone wall behind me. One deep breath after another. Unconsciously, I could tell my breathing was slowing. I started singing to myself the song Johanna had sang to me. It seemed like eons ago but the words somehow came, "There's nothing to fear other than fear itself. Do not shut down in the face of defeat, love is always around. When you are low and dark and dreary, know that I'm calling for your safe return. And I'll hold you like this, close to my chest, and we'll be together evermore."
My eyes blinked rapidly. Twice, three times, four. I started drawing another breath. Suddenly, my eyes closed and I had not the power to open them, and thus I had died.