The smell assaults him as Lew passes through the doorway.
He needlessly whispers, “Goddam smell,” for June is no longer conscious of this world.
She lays sunken-faced breathing heavily; snorting really.
The attendant arrives to flutter about, possibly a ruse to assure relatives the patient is receiving the best of care.
“What the hell is that smell?”
“Anti-bacterial disinfectant keeps June safe.”
“Why’s her breathing labored?”
“Has the flu.”
“So much for the anti-bacterial, you folks’ve any idea how much longer?” asks Lew.
“No way to judge, we keep her comfortable.”
“Goddamn smell,” Lew smiles when touching June’s crepe skin.
He needlessly whispers, “Goddam smell,” for June is no longer conscious of this world.
She lays sunken-faced breathing heavily; snorting really.
The attendant arrives to flutter about, possibly a ruse to assure relatives the patient is receiving the best of care.
“What the hell is that smell?”
“Anti-bacterial disinfectant keeps June safe.”
“Why’s her breathing labored?”
“Has the flu.”
“So much for the anti-bacterial, you folks’ve any idea how much longer?” asks Lew.
“No way to judge, we keep her comfortable.”
“Goddamn smell,” Lew smiles when touching June’s crepe skin.
