Sam's hands quivered as he pointed outside, his lips moving but no sound coming out.
"Spit it out, man. C'mon, don't you die on me, buddy, hey, don't." Steward could only watch as Sam took his last breath right in front of him, the grim prediction of that girl chillingly accurate.
He was truly poisoned beyond saving.
After checking for any sign of breath from Sam and finding none, Steward had no choice but to call Sean to report, "Sean, he's gone. Dr. Lee and the crew were all set up at the villa waiting, just five more
minutes and we could've gotten him there."
But fate had other plans, and Sam expired.
Sean was taken aback, realizing that the girl must have had real medical expertise to know that Sam was beyond help and didn't even bother trying to save him.
"So, he didn't spill anything?" Sean asked in a detached tone.
"He couldn't get the words out. He just kept grabbing my hand and pointing outside. I've got no idea what he was trying to show me."
