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I am awoken sometime during the night.
The glowing numbers of the clock beside me tells me it is 2:07am.
I wish I can say it is quiet.
But it is not.
The heart monitor is going crazy, it is echoing about the room, and there is a sudden clattering of feet as a crowd of people race into the room.
The doctors and the nurses and the orderlies are not punctual enough.
As the shove their way into the room, the beeping simply...stops.
The silence smothers the room, a sudden tide of noiselessness.
And in this moment I know.
Annie is gone, free of the body she hated so much.
I send up a silent prayer.
‘‘G O D, . P L E A S E . L E T . H E R . B E . A
. . . .S K I N N Y . A N G E L.”
The glowing numbers of the clock beside me tells me it is 2:07am.
I wish I can say it is quiet.
But it is not.
The heart monitor is going crazy, it is echoing about the room, and there is a sudden clattering of feet as a crowd of people race into the room.
The doctors and the nurses and the orderlies are not punctual enough.
As the shove their way into the room, the beeping simply...stops.
The silence smothers the room, a sudden tide of noiselessness.
And in this moment I know.
Annie is gone, free of the body she hated so much.
I send up a silent prayer.
‘‘G O D, . P L E A S E . L E T . H E R . B E . A
. . . .S K I N N Y . A N G E L.”