Love Thy Enemy

Looking upon me with sympathy, she answered. "Shela wanted to do that. It was her decision. However, because she was unable to articulate her words or write, she blinked what she wanted, and confirmed it the same way. Because of the legal issues involved we recorded the entire thing."

Reaching behind the counter of the nurses station, she withdrew a paper DVD sleeve and held it out to me.

"This is ta copy of that recording. It was done in the afternoon, on the day before she died."

I watched in horror, as -against my will- my arm raised up of its own accord, extending itself and my hand opened and grasped the disc.

I knew the nurse and I spoke further, and that I signed some papers, but all that I recall in detail of that afternoon was the thought that played incessantly in my head. 'Fuck! Not another goddamn video of Shela!'