Responsibility...may vanish.

Yesterday i wondered what to tell you here.
I found something.

One of my neighbours is ill, very ill. He never goes out anymore. Recently, he had no other choice but staying in bed for he's too weak to walk in his appartment.
He's not old, though. 62 only.
We're not really close to each other. We met sometimes, said hi and asked about random things.

His wife knocked at my door. She said her husband wanted to see me.
She led me to her appartment, to his room.
He was there, lying in his bed, not feeling well.
He's lost a lot of weight since i've seen him.
She left the room so that i could stay alone with him.

I went closer to the bed as he indicated me a chair to seat down.
His voice was very low.

He told me more about his disease and the pain he suffers from.
It's become hard for him to live, to survive.
He cannot do what he likes the most, anymore. Especially bookbinding.
That was his job, until he retired.
He showed me how he did before.

All of a sudden, he stopped speaking. He closed his eyes.
In a low voice he asked me if he could trust me, if i would help him.
I assured him that i would do what i could for him.
He showed me his right hand. I took the pill inside of it.

He wanted me to help him dying. I was taken aback and shocked.
I took a closer look at the pill...viagra...what the hell...

The sound of the radio woke me up. It was 6.30am.