My brother was a nightmare of tubes and wires, dark machines silently measuring every internal event, a pump filling and emptying his useless lungs. The stench of dried spit was everywhere in the room. His eyes were closed, his every muscle slack.
This gruesome commentary exposes how violent the event was to witness; the reader almost cringes at the thought of any family member being in such a condition. This statement does justice to the entire narrative as a whole, highlighting the beginning of the core.