Kenny
There was something different about Rory.
I couldn't put my fingers on it, but it was right there, hanging around him like cloak and dripping off him in drops. It wasn't a bad thing, it was the complete opposite. This invisible thing around him made it feel like his being was now way more intense than normal. There's just something string and powerful around him, and perhaps that's why instead of outrightly telling him what the doctor said about there being nothing else than can be done to save Jason and prevent him from dying, I stepped closer to him and spoke.
"What do you suggest we do?"
It was dumb. I shouldn't be doing this. It would only make me hurt more when a few hours creep by and Jason stops breathing. But the selfish part of me, the part that desperately wanted him to get saved, was hell bent on seeing through with whatever Rory is about to suggest.