"I'm sorry Mr. Death, but Penny Jacobs isn't in that room anymore." Her eyes, brimming with innocence, stared back at his empty ones.
"Then who is?" Mr. Death sighed, smoothing his pale hair back. He could feel in his hands where this headed.
The nurse glanced at the open binder on her desk. "Pam Jacobs. Completely different person Penny's family says."
Mr. Death, or Al, as he preferred to be called, rubbed his face wearily. (Angel O. Death tended to give people the wrong impression.) "You're absolutely sure?"
The nurse twirled a blonde curl in her hand. "Absolutely."
"Alright." She half expected him to sigh in defeat, but he almost looked relieved. "You said there was somebody I should see in room 50?"
She flipped through her notebook, sliding her finger down to the appropriate name. "Yep, that's the one."
"Thank you." As Al left, the nurse swore she saw his shadow linger longer than the others.
Waiting until Angel O. Death vanished around the corner, the nurse headed to "Pam" Jacobs room. The nurse sat in the chair next to the hospital bed and whispered "I can't believe I'm saying this, but your husband was right.'
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