God, if you are merciful, then Let me Die! How long can I bleed? My skin effuses rage, hate, anguish. I am a curse to my family. Pain sears my body. Rather than making a lasting contribution to humanity, I pray, Primum Non Nocere! Remove me so that Primum Non Nocere! She elicited a hairline fracture. A Trigger shattered the side. The vessel stands gaping, bleeding. Dying. Beyond coping resources. So tired. Is one more day of torture really success. “You’re doing so well, one more day.” Then I am loathe to succeed.