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- Sep 15, 2016
I think this one kinda belongs here, since it’s one of the Butcher from Belgium Van de Ven’s Victims:
A young raven-haired nurse entered, unsealed an ominous little bottle and fed it into my IV line. As cold fluid crept up my arm, I kept asking her name. “I want to know the name of the last person I see on Earth,” I said.
It would take hours to narrate even a fraction of what happened in that coma, which included dying three times, two memorial services, and writing one last “Life in Transition” column.

A young raven-haired nurse entered, unsealed an ominous little bottle and fed it into my IV line. As cold fluid crept up my arm, I kept asking her name. “I want to know the name of the last person I see on Earth,” I said.
It would take hours to narrate even a fraction of what happened in that coma, which included dying three times, two memorial services, and writing one last “Life in Transition” column.