I watched as he laid there, silent... motionless.. hurt. I sat there,.. looking at his face.. so pale.. he looked helpless.. suffering in pain.... his fingers twitched I wonder if death was creeping up on him I guess it was.. with a wife like me, death would be the least to worry about.
I looked at him.. wondering how long before the Strychnine would work... I watched his muscles twitched.. his head and neck muscles begin to spasm, he gasps .... I watched him gag in silence I walked over to him.. ...