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His Final Breathe

Author: Rita Sparkle
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

Mr. Idris was on the ground, clutching his leg, his face pale with fear and pain. A snake, venomous and deadly, had struck him while he worked, and the poison was already taking hold.

Mrs. Idris was beside herself with grief, her hands trembling as she tried to comfort her husband. But I could see the fear in her eyes, the knowledge that there was little we could do. We managed to get him back to the house, but by then, the venom was already spreading, and his condition worsened quickly.

It became my duty to care for him in those final days. Mrs. Idris couldn’t bear to see her husband suffer like that; the man she had loved for so long was slipping away before her eyes. I took on the responsibility because there was no one else, and I couldn’t stand the thought of him suffering alone.

Anna: [Gently taking Mr. Idris's hand as she sits by his bedside, her voice trembling slightly] "Mr. Idris, please, don’t speak too much. You need to rest."

Mr. Idris: [His breath is labored, but his eye
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