Edward was lying in the hospital bed staring at the wall and listening to the beeps of the monitor and the whirrs of the IV pump beside him. His doctor walked in accompanied by a serious looking man in a suit, carrying a breifcase. “Mr. Asher” the mad said, “I am with the Last Wish Foundation”.
Edward weakly motioned the man down and spoke quietly into his ear. “I understand” the man said. Expressionless, the man opened his briefcase, pulled out a gun and pointed it at the doctor. “Dr. Johnston”, he said, “I am with the Last Wish Foundation”.