Bibliophilia (20): They Both Die at the End


Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Damn. That was brutal in ways I can’t begin to describe. The kind of of books that leave you hiding in your room, because you would look so lame crying at your phone screen.

You venture into this story knowing full well how it ends (spoiler alert: they both die at the end), but when it comes, you’re never ready for it. No one is ever ready for death. And it broke my heart.

What would you do if you knew it was your last day to live?

White-coated ramblings: (7) Death happens.


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Ever since my first shift at Internal Medicine rotation, I’ve accustomed myself to the fact that people die all the time; Internal Medicine  wards are the terminal station for the chronically ill, and I came to believe that Death lives in there. But I have always dreaded the moment I would witness someone die. It happened today.

In an Egyptian governmental hospital, It’s always the same scenario; relatives insanely knock your door asking you to come see the patient because he had “fallen silent”. He was an 80-something man with multi-system issues, and his pulse had gone unpalpable. My heart sank. My shift had almost ended, and I was there, on my own. He was on a wheelchair. Some worker should move him to a trolly so we rush him to the ER while I start CPR, but nobody was there. There’s only one working elevator at the floor that serves doctors, patients, and their relatives, so when arrests happen, you have to run to that one elevator and knock heavily shouting “arrest!” in order to get it as fast as possible. Meanwhile, the patient was still on the wheelchair, pulseless.

He got to the ER on the wheelchair, and CPR was started only when we moved him to a bed at the arrest room. I was afraid perhaps he would die because I was too slow, but then after all, I was on my own, and I did all it took to rush him there. Things get easier at the ER, at least there are residents with more experience than a lonely house officer.

“It’s too late, let him die in peace.” The resident said after multiple cycles of resuscitation.I froze.

“Wait, there’s pulse, he came back!” Said the nurse. He did come back, and I wanted to hug him for that. I think I was the only one in the room who was very thankful. To be honest, a part of me didn’t want him to die in my shift.

Then he had gone once again, we resuscitated. He came back again, but then he had gone for good.

And there I stood, facing a dead man in a room full of people who bore no emotion for him. I don’t know why I held his hand for a moment, but I kept staring at him, a part of me hoping for another comeback, and the other part relieved it was finally over. An eerie feeling. But then, this is life, and death happens.

Haunted.. Part II.


Part I

I know that Part II looks very short, but this’s all what I could come up with so far.. Also i’m trying not to make it boring.. 🙂

Darkness had been enclosing the gloomy house  as she took her first steps inside.. The dusty floor muffled the sound of her steps making silence the one speaking out.. She went on stopping for few seconds allowing her eyes to cope, looking around and taking further watchful steps before stopping again..

She was scared of a ghost, despite the fact that she was the typical definition for the word “ghost”.. A tall pale figure with ragged dark hair covering a bony face. Hopeless eyes with a staring blank look and a slow, perhaps deadly, walk. No one would blame her for that “ghostly” look. The woman couldn’t get over her husband’s death, then losing her son later brought her into a blind end…

Strolling inside, she had no idea where to search.. She let her instinct lead her to some worn-out stairs that took her down to what seemed to be the basement. The scene down there wasn’t quite freaky, yet it did freak her out!

No trace for a being she found while her eyes scanned the not quite empty basement.. The longer her eyes moved in there, the more scared she felt. Although she’d never been there, the  place  looked somehow familiar!! Fear flooded her heart the moment she remembered that she knows that place… She wandered in there several times… In her dreams.. And had always wondered why her subconscious kept taking her to such place…

She kept scanning the basement till her eyes met an outsized mirror she knew. She gazed deeply as if the mirror was going to answer all the questions puzzling her.. She was so absorbed in that she didn’t notice that shadow moving behind her back. She knew she had a company when she heard a faint voice saying:

I knew you’ll come sooner or later.. Welcome darling!!“…

Her legs got fixed so did her eyes…Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest and she let a loud gasp when she noticed what was looking at her from the mirror!!

To be continued…