The Hungry Dead
I sat there, watching my little girl, silent and soulless, as if she were already gone.
The emergency room's red light flashed urgently.
Numb, I perched on a hallway bench, frozen in time.
After an eternity, or maybe just two hours, the emergency room doors swung open.
The doctor removed his mask, his face grim.
"I'm sorry, we did everything we could. The fishbone pierced her trachea; we couldn't save her."
I tried to stand, but my legs betrayed me, and I crumpled to the floor.
A guttural scream tore from my throat.
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