A Shift as Death’s Attendant

“When was the last dose of epinephrine?” I ask the Tara, the recorder. Her blood is everywhere. My gloved fingers are tacky with it.  I see it dripping off the edge of the bed, smeared across the floor, oozing from the open fracture of her right leg. Her foot, connected to her leg only by skin and … Continue reading A Shift as Death’s Attendant