# The Talking Dead

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**Published on:** 2024-02-07
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It was Hunter’s second week at Our Lady Of Blessings Hospital. As an orderly, he did those things the sisters didn’t want to do, which was a lot. He saw a lot of sick people, some sicker than others. These things were alien to him. He had always been sheltered. At the tender age of 18, he had never seen a dead body, although he expected it was just a matter of time. That time came on Monday, the first day of the new year. That was the day Mrs. Tubetek died. She had been nice and always greeted Hunter with a warm smile and kind words. He was sorry to see her go. Earlier that morning, he saw her husband, a trooper, standing over her bed, holding her hand. There were tears rolling down his cheek, a strange thing to see on a big guy with a gun and a badge. Mrs. Tubetek was in a ward, as her family couldn’t afford a private room. The other patients averted their eyes from the scene at her bedside, no doubt wondering when they would be next. The staff kept their distance out of respect. Hunter was standing at the nurse’s station when Trooper Tubetek walked up, sobbing now, telling them she was gone. He then turned and walked out. For a moment, no one said a word, and then several sisters ran to Mrs. T’s bedside. Her husband had drawn the sheet over her head and placed a single rose on her chest. Sister Mary of Josephine, the NIC or nun-in-charge, choked back the rare tear. The other sister, Joan of Eleanor, was neither as old nor as strong. She sobbed while checking for a pulse. Everyone liked Mrs. Tubetek. Sister Mary ordered the curtains drawn and told Hunter to find a gurney. He had to go to the second floor as there was a shortage on the main patient floors, and when he came back, the curtains were drawn. When he parted them, he saw the sheet had been pulled over Mrs. Tubetek’s face again. Sister Mary told Eleanor to move the body to the gurney. Hunter and Sister Joan grabbed the draw sheet and slid the body off the bed. She helped guide it. There was a moment’s pause, and Sister Joan, who spent the most time with the patients, touched Mrs. T’s shoulder before directing Hunter to take her…Read this story from Michael John Scott — and all the best stories on Medium.

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