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.
“How did it feel?”
“Felt like I never left, it was wonderful.”
Winston helped take off my lap coat and looked at me with a sad smile, “Is there really no way you’ll come back?”
Being back in that room helped remind me what it was like working in this kind of hospital, one that focuses on taking lives rather than preserve them. Knowing you controlled somebody’s life with a simple syringe was… thrilling.
“Do I get a raise if I come back?”
Winston smiled, “That, and access to the torture dungeon for any patient you’d like.”
“I’ll start Friday.”
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