Elara wipes Grace’s forehead. Her eyes glisten. This is her ritual. Kindness first. Then the needle.
She has three weeks. Her son is flying in tomorrow. They haven’t spoken in ten years. You’re about to steal that reunion. angel of death -2017- - short film
GRACE (70s) lies in a tangle of sheets. Her breathing is a shallow rasp. Elara wipes Grace’s forehead
Security? How did you—
You’re going somewhere quiet. Somewhere safe. angel of death -2017- - short film
She’s in agony.
