"I can't when you don't even care.."
"I never said I didn't care!"
"But you don't!"
Once they were enemies, now they're lovers. Let's see what happens four years later. Have they been able to keep themselves together? Have the stayed together? What...
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I will look for you in every lifetime, until we finally stay -Butterflies rising
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Flatlines. I had only witnessed three in the start of my career as a doctor. The first being a very old man. His final breath being taken away by cancer leaving his family in a debt of corrosive tears. I didn't feel the pain of the death like they did, mostly because the man was a stranger to me. A patient. As was the young lady that died on the surgery table, her blood loss indicating no where near a way to save her life. The third was a ten year old boy, one that had been battling cancer his entire life. I guess it was human to feel a type of sorrow for someone else's loss, to feel something.
Yet, there I was holding my mother while the same ring of the machine hit my ears, all while there was nothing. A complete deprivation of any kind of feelings. Not sadness, nor anger. The only thing I felt, was my mothers tears. The only reason I was here for was to keep her from falling completely apart. My stepfather didn't care for me to be anywhere in his sight, even on his deathbed. And honestly I didn't care to be present either, the man had only ever caused harm in my life rather than good.
Being at a funeral or any event where my family had been front and center never usually ended well. So, I'm guessing that's why I found it so awfully weird to have a smooth start to the funeral.
