APPLES OF GOLD

Excuse me, Sir. Visiting hours will be over soon.

The nurse standing next to me was earnest in blue. The cheery matching floral uniform top belied the antiseptic smell of chemistry and the otherwise thin line between life and death. I didn’t realize how much energy I was expending upon this decision until my feverish fingers felt the shock of cold metal as they surrounded the handle to the entrance of the patient’s room

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