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I have never seen Mrs. Clark before, but I know from her
medical chart and the report I received from the preceding shift that tonight
she will die.
The only light in her room is coming from a piece
of medical equipment, which is flashing its red light as if is warning. As I
stand there, the smell hits my nose, and I close my eyes as I remember the smell
of decay from past experience. In my mouth I have a sour, vinegar taste coming
from the pit of my stomach. I reach for the light switch, and as it silently
lights the scene, I return to the bed to observe the patient with an
unemotional, medical eye.
Mrs. Clark is dying. She lies
motionless: the head seems unusually large on a skeleton body; the skin is dark
yellow and hangs loosely around exaggerated bones that not even a blanket can
hide; the right arm lies straight out at the side, taped cruelly to a board to
secure a needle so that fluid may drip in; the left arm is across the sunken
ch