Seer in Starlight
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Both paramedics were ridiculously young; they looked like they were barely out of high school, but they went right to work. I found myself shut out of their efficient circle.
I stood on the sidewalk and watched them roll John out of the alcove and place him flat on his back on the sidewalk. The paramedics methodically opened boxes of equipment as they spoke to each other in medical shorthand. Aaron lurked silently in the doorway, watching.
A small crowd formed around us. It was street theater, and they jostled for the best views. I wanted to scream at them, to tell them to go about their business. I wanted to call them vultures, feeding off of other people's misery. But I never took my eyes off of John, and I said nothing.
It was over very fast. An ambulance pulled up, and the paramedics loaded John inside. I started to climb in, but they closed the doors and pulled away, leaving me standing on the sidewalk.
I found Aaron at my elbow. He glanced at his phone. "Our ride will be here in five. I'll go with you," he said. "You shouldn't be alone."
People say that they remember these tragedies as a blur, but every moment of that night stands out for me in bright bursts: the short, noncommittal responses from the nursing station, Aaron and me squirming in uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room for hours, the crisp creases in the ER doctor's surgical greens when he came out to talk to me, the exact words he said.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Spencer – he was gone before he reached us. You have our sympathies for your loss."
I think now that the doctor must have practiced that line a thousand times in medical school, but to me his words were fresh and they cut deep. John was gone.
There's a ritual to these things. The bureaucracy is in charge of death. Reports must be written and documents filed. People who die suddenly or alone are not exempt. Unattended deaths are brought back into the system by autopsy.
It was hard for me to bear the notion. John wasn't vain, but he was proud of his body. An autopsy felt like a violation, but I needed to know how John had died. Still, I was pretty sure that medicine had no answers for me.
The emergency room doctors had no clue. John's defensive posture in the doorway suggested that he had been assaulted, but there were no external injuries – not even a bruise from when he fell. There was no sign of heart disease, no brain hemorrhage. The toxicology screen was clean.
The doctors were stumped. The cause of death was listed as heart failure, simply because when someone dies their heart stops. The police, having no other clues, were happy to accept that explanation.
But I knew the truth. John was not killed at our door. John was killed by the door. And I needed to know why.
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Acknowledgments
Thanks to Mhaire for being my editor and my friend.
Many thanks to Jim Fox for his help, counsel and high tolerance for fast food.
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