Excuse me Mrs. can you come with me, something terrible has happened and you need to come see. It's your husband, he's been in a crash, it wasn't his fault the other guy hit him, he was trashed. Seems he got drunk then got behind the wheel, he didn't care that another life he might steel. Mrs. your husband is in room 124, you don't have to knock just walk in the door. He is in a comma so he wont respond to you, I don't think he'll make it, we're sorry we did all we could do. What are you telling me? Because some other guy couldn't realize not to drive after drinking booze, now my husband I'm going to loose. How could someone do this, don't they have a heart, don't they know after drinking alcohol, there car they shouldn't start? Why does it have to be my husband that has to pay for this other mans mistake? the other guy was in the wrong, it's his life God should take! Beep beep beep beep ..... Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Mrs. I'm sorry but your husband is dead, he took way too hard of a hit to the head. Noooooo, Please Dear God don't let him die, he never did anything wrong, he was such a great guy. Take the other man, the one that was drunk behind the wheel, let him pay for his wrongs in life, let him see how it feels. Teach him a lesson about how drinking and driving don't mix together, for his stupid mistake, I'll miss my husband forever.Birth sign: Pisces
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