Accidental

It wasn’t always like this. There were times everything was much simpler. These were the words she could have said but didn’t. The form of a man she had known for so long lay before her, a corpse aside from the machines keeping the heart pounding and lungs filling. Brain-dead: that was the exact term the Doctor had used. She knew well what that meant. Severe hemorrhaging in the frontal lobe and cerebral cortex, as well as irreparable nerve damage caused by swelling in the brain stem… she’d gone over the charts with the Doctors every day since the accident.

He’d deteriorated before her eyes, and today was the first day he’d been declared “brain-dead”. There was clotting in his brain, and no use trying to cut it out. He’d physically die from the change in medications required for the surgery. Out of habit, she traced figure-eights over his palm and wrist alternating between her index and middle fingers, tears cascading from her red-rimmed eyes, sobs choking her off. His fingers twitched, out of physical reflex. She bent down and kissed his now-sullen cheek for the last time, words finally escaping in a whisper into his ear “B*****d. I was supposed to go first.”

On her way out she asked the Doctor to pull the plug.

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[Onatah]

It's so sad and emotional. I hope it isn't true :(