Linda drove slowly, trying not to bump the car but Sam grunted with each tiny jolt.
She slowed even more, not wanting to aggravate his pain.
“Stop here”, he wheezed.
The view from where they sat was magnificent. The sun was setting behind the mountain, leaving it in silhouette.
Sam gazed at the view. “Just beautiful”, he whispered.
Linda took his hand gently, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m ready,” he croaked.
Sobbing now, she depressed the plunger, filling his veins with morphine.
His eyes fixated on the mountain. He breathed his last taking in his favourite view.
Linda closed her eyes in anguish. He was free.
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