She sighs, rubbing at her forehead.

"The husband of a woman who was raped, shot, and left brain dead called me this morning. She passed away last night. He said . ." she pauses, voice shaking," . . that I was the last person to truly care for her as a person and. . he wanted to let me know."

Putting her head in her hands, she tries not to break down again. "She..couldn't have ever woken from that coma. And it's better that she isn't suffering. But goddammit.."