Edge (99 Word Essay)
For the Carrot Ranch essay this week:
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He was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, holding the hand of the old man.
“If you allow them to give you the antibiotic, you might get well.”
Tears brimmed in his eyes, and an errant one overflowed and quietly rolled down his cheek into his beard. The old man was in the midst of his fourth battle with sepsis in as many months.
“No, no more.” said the old man in a barely audible voice.
He turned his face away from the old man so he would not see additional tears flow.
The end is here.
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3 Comments:
Very real. Also sad, I know it must be on your mind. Take care now.
Sad, and yet I appreciate the sense of dignity the man is allowed in his final moments. Well-written, Ben.
Sad, but so like life.
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