The nurse walked into Carl’s room at 3:30 pm exactly. Carl was expecting this. Normally they would come in 6 times a day. Once at 9:30 am for breakfast, then at 12:30 pm for lunch. At 4 pm they would come in just to check on him and at 6:30 on they came in for dinner. Throughout the night, a nurse would come in two times simply for the purpose of making sure Carl was still alive. Lately, though, the nurses had been coming in hourly. Carl knew that this was because thought he would die soon. Carl also knew that the nurses were right. Such a strange feeling, Carl had thought on more than one occasion, to know you will be dead in a matter of days, hours, minutes. To Carl, it was a relief to know he would die soon. To know that soon he would no
