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This was in my mind unbeta-ed and written in like 5 mins from the pov of neither the doctors or nurses you decide who you want it to be.



He lay there dying. The people, the doctors and nurses rushing around. Words like charging clear and stat are bandied around like it will make all the difference. The man with the cane looks on as the pretty one, the Australian one and the delinquent one do their best to save the man whose machines are beeping and moaning that he is being lost to them. He stands there in the corner so as to not get in the way and I stand just inside the doorway observing the chaos that the man has created. He is shocked and shocked again, he lifts into the air slightly more than I thought he would’ve been and more grotesque than I imagined. They stay trying to save him for nearly an hour before the man with the cane calls time of death for which I am grateful no more pain for the man on the bed. I am there but feel so out of the loop I see but I do not feel, my emotions do not come out and I just turn and walk to the nearest bathroom to vomit up what I had eaten that day. I will never forget being in the room with a dying man and I doubt that the doctors who worked on him until they could not work on him no more will even remember his name tomorrow.
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