It's weird what death can do to people.
It's such an abstract idea, yet, so absolute.
You stand over someone who is dying, and you feel things you've never felt before. Hurt for someone you don't even know. The realization that at any moment they may take their last breath, and there's really nothing else you can do for them. So you just start praying. Even if you're not religious. You start chanting in your head, and you hope that someone, or something... anything... will hear you. Something greater than any of us will reach down and pluck the misery from their soul, and either take them away, or heal them.

It's strange and so surreal, and you just count your lucky stars that you are okay, and healthy, and alive.