Well, like daddy, like daughter, I suppose. It was time to put this poor soul out to pasture. The mop bucket sloshed as I kicked it into the janitor's cupboard one last time, catching a glimpse of my irradiated baldness in the mirror before switching off the light.
I gently pushed on the door of room 5 and whispered, "What do you say, old timer? Wanna join me?" He slept peacefully, face bathed in a soft yellow din that my shadow darkened as I stood over him. "I need to borrow this," I said, pushing an air bubble into his IV and watching it travel calmly, innocently, down the tube and into his hand.
"May God have mercy on our souls." I pulled the intravenous needle from his hand and found the pulsating vein in mine - they always have been prominent - and inserted it. I sat on the armchair beside the bed, trying not to cough. I felt blood in my mouth. The Lord's Prayer muttered under from my struggling lips as my blood became filled with air.