So I'm unsure what to do next. I called my mum and my sister as we'd arranged, the moment the nurse in charge said my Dad was about to die. He'd gone shortly after that. I asked the nurse to make my dad look the best she could - like he was comfortable. I was about to leave the ward and go to the only entry point to the hospital, about half a mile's walk through several, sprawling, deserted buildings. "How shall I tell them?" I asked her. My head was spinning, I barely knew where I was.
"She'll know when she sees you," she replied," you won't have to say anything."
I was lost as I wandered the straight line I'd wandered every night as long as I could remember. This would be the last time. I walked through the ER, past people who'd gotten drunk, or fallen over etc for whom major shocking reality bad just hit them in their new surroundings.
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