March 29, 2016

“There was nothing more I could do for the man. I looked at him and knew he would be dead soon. I wiped blood from his mouth, cleaned the vomit from his lips and throat, took his temperature, then applied cold and hot compresses on his forehead at different intervals. I gave up feeding him. He could not take any of the soup down and the bowls only filled with his blood. I left the soup pot on the stove and as the broth cooled, a thick layer of fat congealed across the top. The man’s eyes were crusted shut.”

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