Telemetry

Telemetry I hear the thump and hiss of the ventilator. I see the wavy QRS complex on the monitor. I see you lying so still, a living organism kept alive by machines. I know you are gone, but I have trouble letting go. I know your living will says no support. My will says I want you still with me. I see the doctor look at you then at me. I see his sad eyes reflect my feelings. I know he has watched this scene play out many times before. I watch him shake his head from side to side. I look at the nurse, she looks away. I take your hand one last time and ask for forgiveness. I nod and the nurse pulls the plug. The wavy lines go flat and the ventilator goes silent.