“Honestly, it might’ve been better if she had died right then. Sure, she survived and got sent to surgery, but halfway through, the doctor got called away. I heard this patient actually regained consciousness near the end—only for a few minutes—then died in agony.”
“Right, and don’t tell anyone I said this,” he added, lowering his voice. “I heard, during the surgery, Dr. MacGill told the anesthesiologist to use only half the normal dose. This poor lady woke up mid-surgery. Dr. MacGill did it on purpose—to make this patient suffer before putting her into a coma…”
The two of them shuddered.
“Let’s go. Guess she had no one powerful behind her. That’s why she ended up with such a tragic death like this.”
Soon, the morgue door slammed shut. The sound pierced straight through my chest, sharp as a thousand arrows.
My body trembled as I forced myself to stand. Slowly, I lifted the white sheet.
Underneath it was the face I knew best in the world.
For a moment, everything inside me shattered. I thought I had already endured the worst—that what my mom and I had gone through was cruel enough.
But I never imagined there was so much more hidden behind it all.