Among the Living Cover!!

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Prelude
      Lost and for a time so is he. Breath rasps in and out as her lungs begin to fail.
      Cold and so is she. Her hand is ice in his, a rigid claw that grips with the force of a newborn. Skin translucent, wisps of grey hair that struggle to rise as he strokes her arm. Bone thin, old, past her prime and yet barely in her fifth decade.
      Hours spent by her side and for it her eyes opened but once. She stared past him at the ceiling as if it held less recrimination than his gaze. Milky and gone to smoke, at least the one on the left while the other is clear and the bluest blue he had ever seen. They pulled him in from the first, dug into his soul and now twenty two years later it continues to haunt.
      The syringe is cool as he rolls it across the table top. He picks it up again to feel the weight of the world. Clear and languid, the liquid rests and is unassuming.
      If it does what he asks, what he hopes, it will be her savior and perhaps his.
      The brush of alcohol but she doesn't stir. Then a stab and the deed is done. Just a waiting game now and for all the long months he has been away he will not leave her side until it works - or kills her.
      It may be some time before the tumor shrinks the thing that looks like a balloon in her head. It grows daily as if pumped full of air so that the pressure must be immense.
      The virus is 'programmed' to seek out the tumor and enter it. There it will begin eating the thing with a vengeance, his vengeance. Minutes are all it needs to start working, maybe days until she is coherent.
      She sighs and her head stirs. He leans over and presses his lips to dry skin next to her pale lips. Then she is silent once again and he waits.
      The light from the window paints landscapes across the blankets. Mountains made of knees, hips for land fall, waist a pool of lake water. Later, night slips in and the painting is reversed.
      She stirs again and one eye drifts open. It is clear for the first time in as long as he can remember. The other is still milky and may never recover from the damage.
      “Herb ...' just a whisper and he has to lean close.
      “Ruth?”
      “Herb, I feel strange like my blood is on fire.”
      “It's okay my love.”
      “It's not okay, it hurts. My head is exploding ...”
      “It will be fine soon, you will feel better. I gave you a shot that is killing the tumor.”
      “I don't think so Herb, I don't think so.” Her eye move back and forth as if trapped. Her head shakes and then her body shifts under the blanket. The dead eye turns and looks past him as if there is a spot on the wall.
      Blood pours into the other one but beneath the surface of the cornea and within seconds it is crimson. Oh God a Stroke! He grabs his bag from the floor and paws through it as she starts to shake. She starts thrashing on the bed and foam bubbles from her mouth.
      He flips the bag over her body and continues to look through it as he holds her down. He is sure he has Coumadin, but Aspirin will do as well, just in case, oh god - just in case. She thrashes and he can feel her heart beating through her chest. It rumbles pounds and then - to his horror slows down and shudders to a halt.
      “Ruth, my god. RUTH!
      “Herb.” she sighs then sits up in bed and sinks her teeth into his exposed neck. He screams, but not for long.
      Dead and so is he.