The room from ten years before had been filled with the same feeling-heartbreak and misery, the harsh stench of imminent death thick in the air.Ĭorrado stood quietly in the doorway that warm October day, his eyes fixed inside the sterile room. It was a decade earlier but only a few feet away from the small, dingy hospital room he now lay in, soiled with blood, sweat, and bitter tears. His heart beat once again as oxygen saturated his body, but his newfound peace was instantly destroyed: The moment they brought him back into the world, ripping him from the darkness of afterlife, he was transported to a time he had long ago wished to forget. He was a bit disappointed, to say the least.Ī few minutes later, at exactly midnight, Corrado was violently shocked back to life. After everything Corrado had done in his life, he had expected hellfire and brimstone. He heard nothing, he saw nothing, and he felt nothing. Everything blurred, sights and sounds distorted, as reality twisted and the world around him faded away. Pain swept from his body like a rolling wave, numbness swallowing him whole. There had been a strong lurching in his stomach and a sudden wooziness as blood gushed from the bullet wounds in his chest. On October 12, at 11:56 in the evening, Corrado Alphonse Moretti died.
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