MLMM Sunday Whirl 417 – Death Imminent

It was a bizarre sight. His breathing shallow, his weight barely imprinting the mattress. My entry to the room went unnoticed, and the clear image proved my doubts true. Tubes of various sizes joined him to machines of every kind.

I could pray, offer a bid to the almighty to save him with my own sacrifice, but I knew it was too late; my ascending plea would only crash to the ground. His life now too early spent.

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