Snippet #2639197

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Perrine C. Demetri

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She was placed beside her table, writing in the log she kept about those who visited her. Silence surrounded her inside the room, the coughing had stopped. Which also was the reason to why she was writing at the moment, about one hour ago the man had passed on. She knew that it would happen sooner rather than later but it had been a bit sudden, she hadn't planned for it to happen today. She had been inside the room when it had happened, she had seen it with her own eyes, and how the man had trouble breathing properly and in the end fell to sleep.

There wasn't much for her to do, of course she had tried to make him breath once again. But it had been in vain. She knew that if she had the proper drugs she would've been able to save him. She knew that she would be able to save him if she had the right equipment as well. But she didn't have those things. And if she would she wouldn't have the electricity to keep them running either. There were many things wrong with this place. And if she would count them it would only lead to her having an extremely bad day because of her bad mood. But this day was bad already.

As she heard the knocking on the door she had just started to think for herself about how Utopia took care of their sick and elderly. She had never seen anyone get thrown out before, neither heard any stories about it. So they must have some way to deal with it. But what about those that got so sick or so old that they wouldn't be able to contribute to the community anymore? What happened with them, Utopia cared so much about people being able to do something for the community and pull their own weight, but what happened after that? Five years, no one had gotten thrown out yet. But Perrine had a feeling that elderly people soon would start to walk out that door because they had done theirs and had nothing left to give. Because that was her pitch black view on Utopia, in her opinion it was a terrible place.

But the moment the door opened up she close her book and put down the pen to great the one that needed her help or at least that was what she had been suspected. The one that walked through the door was not someone like that, like every other time she saw him walk through the door she immediately got a grumpy look on her face. Knowing he didn't come here because he was sick.

With a small gesture she swept her hand towards the far end of the room, where a cover that once had been white covered what resembled a body underneath it, "He didn't make it. Since I couldn't do anything about his sickness he wasn't able to recover this time. But everyone knew it would happen sooner or later so no one will be surprised when they hear the news."