My Uncle Was Dying And I Couldn’t Help Him
My Great Uncle Jack used to live with my family. One day, he got drunk and had a bad fall that caused him to bleed out. I ended up finding him (I was 14 at the time, and had never seen such an awful sight) and lost consciousness due to all the blood. When I eventually recovered, I called the ambulance and stayed with my uncle. He died in the back of the ambulance, holding my hand. No one knows about what happened to me, and if they did, they would realize that I’m the reason he’s dead.
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