My husband looked at me and whispered, ‘They’re here.’ His face was etched with fear, and everything around me spun out of focus. I reached his bed and fell to the floor—he had slipped away. Doctors stormed in, working frantically, but his condition made the resuscitation unbearable, leaving deep wounds across his chest. They said his heart failed from complications. Only later did I learn he’d been given fentanyl during the flight.
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