Katie lay in her bed, elderly and alone. Her entire life had been one accident after another.
She’d never had that one man to care for her. She’d never had the man to give her the life that she’d wanted nor the children that she’d yearned for; she was alone.
Alone with the hiss of her life support machines, and bleeps of the heart and lung monitors. Old age had not been kind to her. And like everything else, even her death was a disappointment.
No family to talk to. No loved ones to pass by with a reassuring touch. Only a nurse that checked her diaper and her blood-gases every 20 minutes.
For once she wished that she could have had happiness. Looking up at the stars through her hospital window, she wished to die, peacefully in her sleep; ending her suffering.
Then came the pain. Sharp. Excruciating pain as every organ in her body failed her. A nurse rushed in to give her morphine, and she’d drift into numbness.
This would happen for days before she died a painful death.
No news stories. No stars to thank.