I Know Who Did It (A Jack Nightingale Short Story) - Plot & Excerpts
Mary Campbell wiped her eyes and looked over at the nurse. ‘Has he gone yet?’ she asked. She dabbed her eyes again. ‘Not yet,’ said the nurse. ‘You’ll know when it happens.’ ‘Is he in any pain?’ The nurse shook her head. ‘None at all. The doctor has made sure of that.’ The man who was lying in the king-sized bed weighed barely more than thirty kilos, a quarter of what he’d weighed before the cancer had gripped him. It had moved quickly, as if making up for lost time, and in just three months it had reduced him to a shell. He had insisted on dying at home, and as J. Ramsay Campbell was a very wealthy man his wishes were respected. He had paid for round-the-clock nursing care and his doctor was always by his side within an hour of being called. But there had been no calls for the past few days because now it was just a matter of time. His morphine was supplied intravenously . For a while he had been able to adjust the amount of morphine himself but now the nurse did it for him.
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