Memories
'Was she comfortable, doctor?'
I looked into his eyes.
It had been a prolonged cardiac arrest. My wrists ached. I could still feel the crack of her ribs.
We had got her back twice and she had gagged on the tube, choking and vomiting, before we finally called it after an hour.
I looked into her husband's eyes, and I lied to his face.
'Yes, she was comfortable. She was asleep the whole time.'
I felt sick.
That's one of a hundred memories I don't want.
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