Death and Dying

The world around him was spinning, full of darkness, dampness, and pain. Above all else, there was the unbearable pain. Every vein in his body seemed to pulsate with an overbearing burning sensation. His arm ached, his ribs stabbed him with each breath, and his neck was swollen, the gaping holes festering and bleeding. With blurry vision, it was hard to make out the body of the nurse where she lay crumpled next to him. She had to be in even more agony considering she had also been shot. He secretly hoped she would just die so that she wouldn’t be in such misery, but he could hear her crying softly. Dixon was born to help others; knowing he was helpless to save her, in many ways, was far worse than the physical pain he was experiencing. If he had enough energy, he would reach over and wrap