You're coming to it after your surgery. You should make a full recovery. Except you won't. Your attending doctor has left for the day. You are in my care now. I have marked you in the charts as long gone. You will meet your end with me soon enough anyway. I enjoy my cigarette and wrap my gloved hands around your neck. You feel lightheaded. I laugh as I see your presence begin to fade. I've been working on this method for months now. I have perfected ending patients without anyone catching on. You are my next target. The hold around your neck tightens under my grasp. You can feel everything getting dark. There is no escaping this.
