He's Dead

"Hurry up, hurry up!"  she shouted.

Why were they getting out of the truck so slowly?

"He can't breathe, he can't breathe!"  she shouted.

They are still taking forever.

"He needs oxygen, he needs oxygen!"  she shouted

Finally they are at the door.

"Where is he?"  they ask.  Isn't it obvious?

"In there, in there!"  she shouted. 

"What happened?"  they ask. Isn't it obvious?

"He needs oxygen, he needs oxygen!" she shouted.

They are standing on his oxygen tubing.

"Don't stand there, don't stand there!"  she shouted. 

They opened their bags.

"No breathing tube, no breathing tube!"  she shouted. 

"What do you mean?"  they ask.  Isn't it obvious?

She waved a paper in their faces. 

"It says it right here, right here!"  she shouted

"He doesn't want any of this?" they ask.  Isn't it obvious?

"He just needs oxygen, just oxygen"  she shouted. 

They begin to make an excuse.

"I knew it, I knew it!"  she shouted.

She knew that they were useless.

"Is he dead, is he dead?"  she shouted. 

He's dead.  Cold and clear.

"Why didn't you do anything, why?" she shouted. 

They say nothing.

"You killed him, you killed him"  she shouted.

They say nothing.

"Get out, get out!"  she shouted. 

They leave. As slowly as they arrived.