The paramedic nurse was speaking to me, but I could not properly hear what she was saying through the blockage in my ears, which kept coming and going. She smiled and pulled the rear doors closed, shouting good to go, to the driver then the siren wailed and we were off. I was fully conscious with the morphine taking away what pain there was, but be that as it may, the movement of the ambulance seemed to be pushing death to a pinnacle beyond my reach.
good to goI was heavy-hearted and miserable, beyond any commiseration I might hear. The orderliness that had constituted my life since marriage was destroyed last Thursday, leaving only the state of death to hold me together: Hannah"s death and now Aybak Khoury"s. Looking back on the events of that morning, I realise my resentment towards Jim
