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……….A month later……..
Dr. Mario wasn't paying attention during the funeral.
He was staring at Rex's headstone.
He was forever going to be haunted by the rattle that came from Rex's throat as he choked.
He was going to be haunted by memories of his patient's last moments.
It was burned into his memory like fire, embossed with terrifying clarity.
Dr. Mario took the rose he held in his hand, and carefully placed it on Rex's grave, and gave his silent regards.
His eyes clouded up as he walked away.
He stepped into his car, and drove home, weeping.
It was close to dusk, so everybody else left, after hearing Dr. Mario's departure.
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A week later
A pair of eyes snapped open.