Sinbad could feel how Meg's breath changed slightly as she fell asleep.
For a while he just sat with her in his arms. He still couldn't believe it. Was this really the end for her?
He gently moved Meg so she laid down. He figured it might be more comfortable for her than sitting up. Even if it saddened him to let go of her.
She looked so pale, so fragile. And yet still so beautiful.
For a while he just sat by her side and watched her sleep.
He turned his back to her and looked at the camera.
"And you are just sitting in your stupid little room, doing absolutely nothing," he said in an angry tone.
"You could do something about this. You could change this," he shouted at the camera as he slammed his hand down the mattress. He hit the empty plate by accident, which fell down and broke in half. He put his head in his hands.
"You could at least try to do something about it, you jerk," he mumbled to himself.
