For your sake, God Speed.

He was a victim to life. A worn man of 59 but looked a man at least 20 years older. He started the day like every other day, alone at the end of a bar. Days always bleeds into nights and into new days, so he's been told. Poor fool started puking up blood and alcohol right before the bathroom door. The bartender yelled for him to take his drunk ass outside. Some other poor fool, a fellow barfly, saw him losing the game and called for and paid a cab to take him to the hospital.

Now I am a busy busting student but no one could ignore the bellows coming from his room,

"I can't believe this happening to me!" "Please Lord, help ME!" "I did horrible things, forgive ME!" Under me breath I let out an uncomfortable and virtually silent to all but me chuckle. Here was this sad, pathetic drunk pleading for mercy because he just knew this was the end for him and he had lost. I'm pretty sure he knew he was destined to hell if one believes in such a place. An hour or two goes by with more painful, terrified cries from room 402. The frenzied cries got louder, more rhythmic, more hurried.

And then ... Silence.

The floor seemed to standstill in the sudden hush, interrupted moments later by sounds of tennis shoes screeching against the cold hospital floors. Nurses, Respiratory Therapist, doctors and a few of us unlucky nursing students were bearing witness.

It didn't happen quickly. Everyone, including myself, gave a valiant effort to save this poor fool's life. Clothes were stripped off to reveal a sunken in bird chest.

3, 2, 1, CLEAR... Nothing.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

10 minutes.

15 minutes.

Pale face turned to

Grey face turned to

White face.

Last breath.

No pulse.

Machines beeping, buzzing, humming... Silenced.

Nothing.

I'm not sure what that poor fool got after life. Did his pleads meet with wide open arms or did he meet his fiery fate as I'm sure he was convinced of? Or did he simply vanish in a cheap coffin in an unmarked, or worse, assigned number, funeral plot?

From your pleads and no family to be notified, I doubt you had a funeral or anyone to celebrate your life.

Long forgotten by most;

good riddance poor fool.