This piece of "found" micro fiction comes from this article at CNN: here.
Then He Was Gone
That night, Joey kept vomiting. His skin was pale and felt like an ice cube, his mother said. She called 911. En route to the hospital, Holt watched as Joey's heart rate dropped from 150 to 50 beats a minute. He said, "I love you, Mama. Hold my hand."
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