He died yesterday night. Matthew. He had a Myocardial Infarction.
Anne knew that he had issues. He drank too much, smoked too much. besides his heart problems.
She told him way too many times to quit it, that it would eventually kill him, but in all honesty she never saw it coming.
Anne had spent the night at the hospital until his last heartbeat, overwhelmed by the whiteness in the room, by the smell of sickness and death covered by cleaning oxidants.
After the last beat of the monitor, she stopped looking at the now lifeless body, instead her eyes danced a little lower to the bed sheets,
She sat there for a while. Not moving, not blinking, almost not breathing, just sort of ridiculously appreciating the fabric, taking in all the unimportant details, like the way it slightly rumpled at her lovers hand, who was not long ago so softly grabbing at them. How they were supposed to be clean and hygienic because it was a hospital, but you could easily tell that they haven't been changed in at least three days, but there was something really sad about thinking of the bed sheets ,
It wasn't anything absurd, it was just the human discomfort at the pit of her throat, even culpability, of thinking about something as irrelevant as the bed sheets, while having something as morbid and enigmatic as her partner's death just in front of her.
It was sickening.
So her eyes wondered around the room, until they laid on the monitor. The stupid piece of technology that dictated the end of a person's lifetine, and she stupidly started to wonder if every sound that machine produced, was one beat closer to death.
She stared at it for a good ten seconds, watching the deadline it draw, and thinking about how all that information was coming from that body, it was connected to him and it dictatec his definite death, and Anne couldn't help but take momentary hatred for the apparatus.
All happened so quickly,
Like a flash,
It was hard to exactly remember that moment, but she was numb, in some kind of trance, because she couldn't quiet absorb, comprehend, assimilate in a matter of twenty seconds, the separation from her lifelong partner.
And she suddenly felt , as the dosctors started to carry the body out of the room, as if she had an advanced Alzheimer, because she was not capable of understand what was happening before her eyes.
And she asked herself how could science explain that reaction, because she was humanly capable of understand, since she was a sane, functional human being, but in that moment something didn't click in her head, something stopped working, because she was completely mentally numb.
And she just watched as he was being carried away, and she had to sign and fill paperwork, trying to ignore the way she couldn't take a firm hold of the pencil.
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a/n: ok so this is the first chapter, I'll probably write 1 or 2 other parts to continue this short story, Thanks for reading!
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Simple Thoughts
Non-FictionWritings and short stories, None of the stories have anything to do between them. A peculiar book
