They meet you at the door, quietly leading you to the room.
Everyone is silent, the lights are dim, they are waiting, expectantly.
On the hospital bed lies a skeleton - a shell of a person - pasty in color,
motionless. There is no heartbeat, no peripheral pulse, no respiration,
the eyes are open and fixed.
You wonder who this person was, what she was like when she was young,
what kind of suffering she endured. You only knew her for a couple of days, a couple of hours. A battle for her life.
Over now, you tell the family that the patient has died.
Such finality when the zipper goes over the face - you want to keep the family
away from the sight of this. It is painful enough for you.
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