Retiring

The retirement home is quiet for the night.  A lone nurse walks the hallways, going from room to room to check on each of the residents as they sleep.

She comes to the room of one of the oldest residents, a man that has been at the facility since before she was hired.  His body is thin and frail, and each breath that he draws is ragged.  She has often wondered how he has managed to make it this long.

She glances at his chart.  He’s close to the end now.  The Doctor has him scheduled for dissection on Tuesday.

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