The killing in the nursing home

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That Sunday evening Mrs. Bucks was having her routine for Sunday at the West Minster nursing home. She wore a sky blue dress, a white cap, and black rubber shoes and held a surgical tray. She was born in Northern England at the city of Northampton an...

That Sunday evening Mrs. Bucks was having her routine for Sunday at the West Minster nursing home. She wore a sky blue dress, a white cap, and black rubber shoes and held a surgical tray. She was born in Northern England at the city of Northampton and the only daughter to Jim White; a renowned religious man in the region. On Sundays she was in charge of general medication of admitted patients as well as respond to emergencies whenever they happen.

She was a member of the Red Knights which was a religious group that hailed from north Ireland but had affiliate groups in different parts of the United Kingdom. Sundays served her right unlike her colleagues as she attends mass on Saturdays making her free on Sundays. That previous day the preacher had talked about understanding the will of the Lord by doing what is just although undesirable to some. ‘You must do bad to do good at times in life’ and ‘duty is divine’ went the sermon. The entire time Mrs. Burks was thinking about how she had failed to do the will of God for fear of what others would say about her.

She walked down the long veranda which faced the children’s ward for a few seconds before turning left and walking toward the segment of the elderly. Her heart was beating fast but her mind was clear on was to do. She had watched her for months now and for sure she never thought Victoria Becky knew anything about happiness. Even if she did, she never shown it on her face and Mrs. Bucks felt sorry that she had to endure all the pain of being diagnosed with cancer at the age of 80. She felt sorry that she had to do what had to be done herself by give Victoria a peaceful time, even if in the grave.

Upon seeing her, Victoria forced a smile but her wrinkled face could not make the shape. It was time for her evening dose and Mrs. Bucks drew syringe from the surgical tray and force a smile as the poison went into her blood vessels. “You will thank me in the next life” she said and walked out.

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