“Those eyes…staring at me in the dark. I can’t bare it anymore. Can you check on them?” Jill was rubbing her shoulder, trying to suppress a chill. Franny knew the expression well, knowing how more and more the senior patients appeared less human. “I don’t know why…something about the night time makes them act strange, makes their minds go to dark places and have weird thoughts. Maybe it’s some sort of cranial enhancement induced dementia. Read More
“You have to face facts, the system was put in place to cope with the current state of national healthcare. Let’s not put any more stress on your children Mrs. Andrews. This is better for everyone.” The insurance specialist was practically whispering into her ear, not wanting the others to hear.
Stephanie spoke louder so that they could all hear. “I can’t have that many visits to the hospital, can I? We can’t just fudge the numbers a little to give me a little more time? The last time I visited the doctors was because of stress. Should that even count as a doctor’s visit?”
The insurance specialist’s nametag, “Mr. Martin,” almost hit her in the face as he took Stephanie’s temperature by scanning her forehead. “That would be fraud. A medical visit is still a medical visit. There’s no way around it. We have to get you ready for the euthanasia. Read More
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