Time of Death, 5:46 P.M. (standard:non fiction, 1119 words)
Author: Brittany E. Kent	Added: Nov 04 2004	Views/Reads: 3222/2195	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Gina, the saddened wife of a man in a deep coma, sits by her husband's side as he passes away.

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Gina was sitting next to the bed, in which her sleeping husband lay. Her
eyes were red, burnt by the endless tears. She had just heard the news, 
the horrifying news. How could a mother of three children handle such 
news? 

"Honey, do you hear me?" 

Did I hear her? Could I comprehend exactly what she was saying? 

"Honey, I'm sorry," she whispered, grabbing my hand. 

In my void, I awakened from my slumber, as I felt a cold tingling
consciousness in my left hand. I heard a voice, though it was far away, 
I knew it was Gina. She was there; I was going to be okay. 

"Honey, I want to tell you that Beth, Jake, and I will be okay. Don't
worry. I still and will always love you.” 

What did she say?! I heard “love.” She loved me! 

“I love you too, Gina! I love you, too!” I called out. 

Nevertheless, Gina heard nothing. Instead, her sobs grew, and she let go
off my hand. I did feel that. Why was she letting go? 

“Gina?” I tried to utter her name, but no one responded. 

Gina nodded at the person who had entered the room, tears still running
down her face. She looked at my face once more, and kissed my lips. 

"Good bye, dear." Gina said. The look on her face was becoming
eccentrically heartbreaking. 

As she kissed my lips, the vague light in my void had become red. She
walked out of the room and looked at my face one more time, then at the 
doctor and the nurse who was now standing beside him. 

The red light had become threatening, and I was scared. I felt weird, as
if I was expanding like a balloon. The silence was gone too, I heard a 
loud noise, as if a train was passing just a few inches away from me. I 
tried to scream, but I had no mouth; I could only scream in my mind. 
The threatening red darkened, and the sounds disappeared. I wanted to 
cry. I was alone. I was sure of this. 

"Time of death, 5:46 PM,” the doctor said to the nurse, after looking at
his watch. The nurse wrote it down, and smiled. Her shift would end in 
fourteen minutes.


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