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Vague memories of an ex-girlfriend ran through his head due to the man standing before him. Angry about the inevitable, they shared that same quality. He couldn't remember her name anymore.
He remembered going through hell after she dumped him out of the blue, and he couldn't even remember her name anymore. He would have laughed had he felt it to be appropriate.
But as it was, he was staring with blank eyes at the man in front of him. He didn't understand. It was the best he could do. The poor kid was going to die regardless. He was just making it easier on her.
"I love you, Daddy," she whispered, and his heart broke just a little bit more.
When it came to death, he hated what he did for a living.
"She has two hours. Spend her time wisely," he advised the man.
He saved several lives everyday. He made things easier on people who were in pain. But every time he had to tell a parent, lover, brother, sister that their loved one was dieing… well… he hated himself. He was supposed to save lives! Not break hearts.
She was only seven years old. He hated it when the younger ones were in pain. He'd given the mother an option: give her the pill and save her from pain but leave her only thirteen hours to live… or… let her go as she is and let her suffer but keep her for two days.
Sever pain or less time.
He left the angry father and the crying mother to their dieing child.