10-04-2016, 12:08 PM
Marcus lay in the divide between life and death. The dreamless sleep enveloped him like a blanket. Gauze covered the burns across his body and face. Despite the best medicine, at this point all that could be offered was palliative care.
The nurses monitored him and changed the gauze ont the burns frequently. His skin made a crackling sound and flakes or even layers of skin pulled away from his flash like the skin on a roasted chicken each time they were changed, glued by the fluid that oozed from his fissures.
The doctors knew it was only a matter of time. Brain activity was very nearly nothing. Heart beat was irregular. Breathing was shallow and weak and his blood struggled to bring any bit of oxygen to his dying cells.
Only a matter of time.
The nurses monitored him and changed the gauze ont the burns frequently. His skin made a crackling sound and flakes or even layers of skin pulled away from his flash like the skin on a roasted chicken each time they were changed, glued by the fluid that oozed from his fissures.
The doctors knew it was only a matter of time. Brain activity was very nearly nothing. Heart beat was irregular. Breathing was shallow and weak and his blood struggled to bring any bit of oxygen to his dying cells.
Only a matter of time.