I turned on your IV drip. You can't really move now. Why am I here? Your prognosis isn't good. No one wants to spend months occupying a hospital bed and slowly expiring. I'm here to provide mercy. I'm going to make things fun, taking my time as I slide on my blue-green medical latex gloves. Pressing my gloves over your mouth and nose lets you feel the pressure before I truly begin to take your breath away. I know you can't breathe as I continue to apply pressure. Making you look me in the eyes as I give you your last gasp makes you feel euphoric. I'm going to be the last thing you see. Goodnight and you're welcome.