There's plenty of room to support Algric in return; the two of them huddled together in silent tension and horror as they watch their mother fight for her life.
The minutes drag on, and Martin feels himself quickly disassociate. Trying to follow the high stress activity on the part of the home's staff became too much on top of the hard knot in his throat and stomach.
It had felt like eternity, but in reality it was only twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes before the team gave up and noted the time of death. There was a moment's pause, but the staff won't pretend that Ms. Gorecki had been a beloved resident, so clean-up begins quickly. One nurse voices her confusion at the flowers - Mr. Blackwood hadn't been here in quite a while, had he? - strewn about the floor with the shards of vase. Another sighed and said he'd call Mr. Blackwood later in the day.
And that was it. Her life ended in pain and fear. Dimly, Martin wonders if he feels pity for her, or or some modicum of vicious satisfaction. Or both. But it's hard to think with how loudly his ears are ringing.
She's wheeled out before either of them can even considering a moment at her side to say goodbye. So Martin brushes her hand with his and she passes.
"Bye, Mum. I'm sorry that I wasn't what you wanted."
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Date: 2020-12-21 11:29 pm (UTC)The minutes drag on, and Martin feels himself quickly disassociate. Trying to follow the high stress activity on the part of the home's staff became too much on top of the hard knot in his throat and stomach.
It had felt like eternity, but in reality it was only twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes before the team gave up and noted the time of death. There was a moment's pause, but the staff won't pretend that Ms. Gorecki had been a beloved resident, so clean-up begins quickly. One nurse voices her confusion at the flowers - Mr. Blackwood hadn't been here in quite a while, had he? - strewn about the floor with the shards of vase. Another sighed and said he'd call Mr. Blackwood later in the day.
And that was it. Her life ended in pain and fear. Dimly, Martin wonders if he feels pity for her, or or some modicum of vicious satisfaction. Or both. But it's hard to think with how loudly his ears are ringing.
She's wheeled out before either of them can even considering a moment at her side to say goodbye. So Martin brushes her hand with his and she passes.
"Bye, Mum. I'm sorry that I wasn't what you wanted."