The balance of life and death is simply never an easy thing that one would like to experience. Doctors constantly on call in order to help a patient who is clinging to life, trying to cure any kind of ailment they may have or prevent future ones. They’re seen as heroes in the eyes of friends, families, and those who are always watching their efforts to keep people alive. But what if there are heroes in death?
People who would happily carry the burden of knowing they took a life, ones who see death as a reward for being nasty in life. Just like people try to find excitement in their time alive, there are those who thrive in seeing somebody die in front of them. It’s all the same, isn’t it?
Life is death, and seeing death brings life to some.
“Samantha, we’ve missed you more than ever. You have no idea what kind of stuff has been going on since you’ve been gone.”
As we walked down the hallway doctors ran past in a rush and nurses dashed from room to room in hopes of seeing their patients still breathing and alive. The floors were scuffed with shoe marks and above-normal wear and tear.
“Looks like the hospital literally took a beating since I left, huh?” I asked Winston, looking at him.
He let out a sigh, “We’re not at our best right now.”
“Because I’m gone?”
He didn’t reply.
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