"I'm ready" The gray old man said
I touched his wrinkled forehead and watched as he shuddered, going through his whole life in a second before taking a last draw of breath and lets go. The poor old man didn't even have anyone around while he was dying which is really sad. I felt bad knowing his body won't be discovered for almost a month so I call 911 but don't say anything to make it seem like he tried to get to the phone.
Well I guess you need an introductory. I'm someone who finishes the last step of death, some may say the grim reaper" but I like to be called Henry. I stuck to that name ever since the midevil times, the 5th century and I'm going to stick with that. I've been around ever since death began so basically when life was created. Im not a demon but I'm not an angel. I just make sure beings go to the afterlife. I reform every 95 years, meaning I go through something Dr.Who goes through every generation. Right now I'm 23 in human years. I look human but I'm not. Right now I have medium length dreads, a nose piecing, along with a lean body, dark eyes, white, a strong jaw, and 6'4. It's not bad actually, humans, angels and succubaes consider me handsome even though I don't change apperance, only styles and hair. I live in my own realm with subjects givien to me. I personally don't stay there for to long for it's boring. Entities tell me I need a companion or love but I don't want it. What's the point when I probably can't have kids. I have this emblem that glows when it's someone time to leave and right now that is happening.
I snap my finger where the person is. A hospital room with his family. He's been in a coma for 2 months and there about to pull the plug. I pitied this family and hated how he had kids who weren't even in middle school yet. The woman I assume his wife was crying and her daughter was trying to comfort her. The son was begging the man to keep breathing. You see I have the choice of finishing it or let him live. I have to have cases to back me up though or council is not going to like this. I look at his past; abusive father and mom dead 2 days after giving birth, nerdy throughout his younger days, met the woman he loves in college and married her, I think you get the point. Now I look at how he gotten here, which is from being shot after getting robbed on his way to work. I think he gets to live. I'm invisable in the room and I kiss my fingers and put them on his gun wound.
"Pulling the plug in 1...2.....3" The doctor said
The heart monitor stopped and the whole family was in tears.
"Beep...beep" The heart monitor went.
"He's still alive" The doctor said
The whole family rushed up to him as he was still in a coma and will be for a while. I smiled and snapped my fingers, teleporting away. Happy ending I guess. I want to see if there is a happpy ending to the family once he wakes up, I'll check in about a year or so. I walk up to my human home and walk in. It was in Los Angeles. A modern two story that would show wealth if I was human. I fixed myself a drink and walked onto the patio, looking at the sky. I paused the deaths for the day, I needed a break and let those poor souls think about their life. I sighed and walked back in to the living room. I turn on the tv before I doze off. Even death needed sleep.
POV
I wanted to jump up and down for joy as the other nurse I rotate shifts with tells me that the man who been shot survived the plug. I go into the cube after fixing some coffee and look at some files. I worked the night shift and loved it because not alot happened during this time. I watched television, studied, and talked with fellow nurses it was quite boring but it's better than day shift.
Oh by the way my name is Evelyn. I'm black and no I'm not ghetto. I'm on the plus sized I guess. I have to much butt, hips and breasts with a flat stomach so I guess you could call me a living sex doll but I call it curvy. I have really long hair that people dont belive is mine, damn stereotypes. I'm 5'3, I know I'm really short. I have brown eyes with big lips that I hate at times.
"Evelyn" One of the nurses says
"Yes?" I ask
"208 requested a bath" She says, looking apolegetic
I grunt in irratation. Room 208 was the major pervert who always requested spongebaths. I walked into the room and closed the door.
"When are you going to admit you like giving me spongebaths?'' 208 asks
208 is a young man who has . He wasn't the most good looking guy out there.
"Never" I mutter getting the pan ready.
He chuckles as I start washing him. I could'nt wait to finish this, worst part of my job, perverts. I finally finished and walked out shuddering. My shift ended fast after that and I went home. I lived in Los Angeles in a small modern styled cottage. I had a husky/pomeranian I named Lucy. I let her out back and took a shower. I wasn't really sleepy, I don't sleeo alot so I put on some clothes and decided to put on some more clothes. I decided on some skinnies, a nirvana shirt with the sleeves cut off, and some high-heeled combat boots.I put on some red lipstick along with some eyeliner. I put on my ray bans and let Lucy back in. I get lock up the house and walk to my Black Jeep and take off the doors along with my roof and put them in the back yard. I hop in and drive out the driveway. I hook my phone to the AUX cord. I stop at a stoplight and hear yelling coming from right beside me. I turn my head to see some guys trying to talk to me so I give them a nasty look and drive off. I pull up at starbucks and get out. I walk in and order a vanilla bean. I walk over to a table and enjoy my drink until this myserious fellow walks in.
