
He was peaceful.His long blond eyelashes framed his round eyelids. Pink cheeks. Full, soft, relaxed lips.Peace.As I picked up his black freckled fingertip, I paused to give him one more moment of calm.His breathing was slow and shallow. His entire body relaxed in its slumber.SHUNK.I pricked his fingertip, laying another dot on the landscape. A bead of bright crimson blood appeared. I quickly pressed the test strip against it and watched it suck up most of the red. I smeared away the remaining blood from his finger, wiping it on the inside pocket of my jeans. The countdown ensued...the result was a surprise.It...