" I heard 'em groan my name just as I walked out the door.
I just had ta do it, ya see, he got to me- them blue eyes
And no one deserves to die like that.
Not paralysed, not with Lupus, not with no pain relief.
I had to go back an turn the machine off. "
I'm talking to myself again, a dangerous habit for someone in my profession. Someone who is becoming less professional every season, did I really just do a mercy kill. I'm losing it, losing my nerve.
My rubber soled shoes squeak as I walk towards the exit.
There are alarms going off, beeping furiously in the room behind me, nurses running, people shouting, patients staring. It gets quieter an quieter as I get further away. I wonder if the room guard will remember much, a slight whiff of chloroform and he was out. Pathetic.
A rush of cold air hits my face as I go through the sliding doors, and I feel my cheeks turning pink from the cold.
No leaves on the trees now, I pull on my parka and head for the truck.
Country music on,
Route one. South here I come.
Still, I shake my head, that groan.
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God-given gifts
Mystery / ThrillerKilling people is not Lena's favourite past time, but what else can she do - It's her gift. And as her Ma always says 'yer gotta use yer God-given gifts'. She's ready for a career change but it's harder to quit than she thought.
