Brush Your Teeth!
I was wondering if I should plug the drain. The foam had been in her mouth just a few minutes ago. I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep it for later.
The doctor was throwing instructions at the paramedic. I didn't understand him. Not him, not the situation, not this whole fucking country. He had ripped open her dress and used his bodyweight to force her heart to do what it didn't want to do by itself anymore.
Her breasts, still firm and perfectly shaped were shifting in and outwards. Not up and down like when she was running or when we made love.
She had just finished brushing her teeth and turned her face to me when I came into the bathroom. The sun broke through her hair, orange and golden. She smiled, then giggled. I will never learn what about because then she collapsed. Like a puppet with severed strings. No fuss, no drama, no sound of pain or agony.
I wanted to tell the doctor to stop but how could he know that she was gone? So I allowed him to do this duty and turned towards the mirror. I wondered if I should brush my teeth as well. I would need to do it at one point anyway.