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so it happened, i became attached to a case at work. i found out today that he died, and i feel like i could of prevented it. i keep accouting the last few days of his life. the invasions of his privacy that took place. i couldnt imagine the last few days of my life being fully aware, being poked and proded thinking that this would all be over soon. this routine surgery wouldnt be the end, but a new begining. i keep beating myself up about it. i hope this gets investigated. i hope this oversight gets looked over and it falls on certain peoples heads taht have no right in this profession. he was healthy, or getting healthy, and now hes gone. and no one even cares, hes just that patient in that room that had that pain and died to some of these people, but he was my patient, and i cared for him. i hated seeing him in pain, and all i could tell him was that i would talk to his nurse or doctor, and that i was sorry he was in such pain. he felt that empending doom that ive only read about. he knew, and i should have listened as a result. i knew. i knew and there was nothing i could do. nothing. i dont want to work on the floors, i need to be where i can actually save lives either in the er or on the street. never again. i will not let him die in vein, he was a lesson to me. rip friend.