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Pt. III of Tell 'Em I'm Dead
Prologue | Part I | Part II | Part III
“Haley, I know this is overwhelming. But they’ve waited—”
“Two years,” she said, cutting him off. “And I don’t even know their names. What am I supposed to say? Sorry, I don’t love you anymore?”
The doctors exchanged uneasy glances.
“You don’t have to see them right away,” the younger one suggested softly. “We can give you time.”
Her jaw clenched.
“You said my husband was here?”
“He’s barely left your side in two years,” the older one said. "Talking to you. Holding your hand.”
Haley turned her head toward the window, eyes fixed on something far away.
“He doesn’t know me anymore.”
“He loves you,” the doctor offered gently.
She swallowed.
“That doesn’t matter.”
There was hesitation. Then the question neither of them wanted to ask. “What would you like us to do?”
She answered without turning back.
“Tell them I died.”
The younger doctor flinched.
“That’s… a difficult request.”
“I don’t care.”
“Legally, that’s not something—”
“Then don’t tell them I woke up. Let them think I’m still gone. Let
them heal.”
A pause.
Her voice was quiet now, but sharp enough to draw blood. “I don’t owe them a ghost.”
The silence in the room grew heavy.
The older doctor exhaled slowly.
“We’ll give you some time. No decisions today.”
“There’s nothing to decide. Tell. ’Em. I'm. Dead,” she said.
And with that, she closed her eyes — not to sleep, but to end the conversation.
A long time ago we believed and we were united
So the last thing on earth i am ready to do is say
Goodbye
Posted 7/12/2025, 5:00 AM