"Are you insane?! He's dying!"

"Maybe you're the insane one. What use will keeping him alive be?"

"So we'll just give up? Just like that?"

"We may be advanced, but his condition is far beyond our capabilities-"

"You keep saying that. Get out, will you? GET OUT!"

Fists clenched, the doctor stoically glanced at the pale boy on the hospital bed, tubes stemming from a ventilator providing what the boy's lungs cannot. With bluish, spotted skin, purplish blood visibly starting to pool at the bottom of his body, rigid posture, and morbidly low temperature, it's clear the boy's life was done.

But he still lived.

And yet he cannot be more than a mere vegetable.

"You know what I would say if I were you?"

The doctor took a step towards the ventilator.

"Well..."

His hand landed on the plug.

"Whatever..."

The nurse's eyes widened and her mouth opened, poised to scream--

The machine died.

"Nevermind."

inspired by a lyric in nirvana's "smells like teen spirit"

as well as simply something that popped in my mind while inside a restroom