Winona watched as a man in a funeral service uniform wheeled my body out.When the footage ended, the doctor beside her exhaled. "Miss Elstein, I hope that sets the record straight. Our hospital has nothing to hide."Winona said nothing. Then realization struck. She turned and hurried out, moving fast, almost running, back to the room where I had spent my final days.A new patient already occupied the bed. He stared at her as she tore through the drawers, confusion giving way to anger. "Who are you?"The composure she had always worn like armor was gone."The pills. Where are the pills?"A family member stepped in from the hallway, took one look at her, and pulled the patient behind them. "What is wrong with you?""The pills!" She could not move past those two words. She repeated them over and over.The family member let out a short, contemptuous scoff, reached into a jacket pocket, and tossed a pill bottle onto the floor."You're with the last patient? It's just a bottle of p
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