till death do us part…
Room 203 was just a kid. He stayed up late playing video games with friends. Eating burgers and drinking beer until the end.
Until, one day, his door’s shut and there’s a misty-eyed nurse standing in the hallway.
‘He started transitioning last night,’ (that’s hospice-speak for ‘dying’). ‘And now he… Well, his wedding ring was stuck. I got it over the knuckle, but told his wife, “You were the one who put it on, you should be the one to take it off.”’
The nurse’s voice cracks as she fidgets with her own ring.
‘Some patients just get to you.’
Originally published as a drabble on bessiesbrainblog.tumblr.com.