Parker continued her jabbing. She thought that, maybe, if she kept at it, he might wake up good as new. When that didn’t work she grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Wouldn’t it be awful if he’d met his end in the process of trying to get everyone home? It kind of made Parker feel a little sad. What made it even worse was that she’d helped him off himself. Her heart was heavy with guilt.
“Jack, come on,” She shook him with more force, a big frown on her face. Parker hated death. She hated feeling like she had a hand in all of it. When she replayed the events that had led up to Jack hanging himself she changed it to what she would have done instead of what she had done. She would have calmly talked him out of it, she decided, and they would have found another way to get home.
“Jack!” She let her arms fall to the side, still frowning.