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.
I adjusted my lab coat and entered the room, “Hello, Mr. Scott. My name is Samantha White. I’ll be looking after you today.”
In the room was a bedridden man in his mid-forties, forty-six to be exact from his profile. His hair was beginning to fall out, his breathing was filled with wheezing, and veins marked his entire body. His eyes struggled to look in my direction.
I approached his bed and continued, “Looks like you’re in a bit of pain. I’ve read your case history.”
I felt my cheeks slowly turn into a grin as I watched him suffer.
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