aditto.

It was Abhiroop's final moments. He has been suffering for about 2 years now. It felt like his entire being was sucked out of him in the two years of therapy that he received. From chemo to all the other medications, all of them had affected him in every possible way except for making it better for him. He was one of the most lively 30-year-olds that I knew. He started and ran his own printing business and was doing great for himself but randomly out of nowhere we found out he had stage 4 blood cancer. It was devastating news and we were all trying our best to tackle it, but two years and what felt like. contacting every person that exists here I was. I had taken his night duty for today and everyone else had rested. I was by his bed the whole night as I looked at the heart rate monitor and saw it fluctuate a lot and was barely able to move his body. I went close to him and held his hand. He somehow gripped it, and a man who hadn't spoken a word, said to me, "I love you Adi", the lines on the monitor went flat, and it felt like a smile crept on his face. He seemed relieved and out of his misery. I kept his hand clutched in mine and lay on his chest, no sound came from within, and it felt like he was out of his pain. I just didn't feel like calling the nurse in-charge and I laid there a little longer and I knew that it would not add to his pain. I then slowly stood up, and quietly called out for the nurse in-charge for the night and told him about it. He was initially shocked how I didn't run out to call him, and after that all the procedures started. I knew during these I wouldn't be able to be close to him. And it's been a year since, and I feel that this is one of the best decisions that I ever made.