Ruth:
Patient died today. I was in the room.
Angie:
Oh. She was special, huh?
Ruth:
No. She sucked. Oh, yeah. She was a real shithead. But it doesn't matter. They'll roll her out... and she'll become smoke. Just... carbon. My grandma Sally, that was her silver that they stole, you know?
Angie:
Yeah.
Ruth:
She literally breathed life into people who'd been exploded. She was a war nurse.
Angie:
Yeah, I remember.
Ruth:
Spent her retirement bringing dinner to folks with cancer. And then she had a stroke... and she was just... just carbon too. And now I'm the only one who remembers any of that, and pretty soon... I'll just be carbon. So none of it matters.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:45