She had died screaming.
The orderlies went into the common room and walked over to where she was, sat in front of the TV watching cartoons.
Her eyes glazed over and became empty, the corners of her mouth turned down as if pulled by strings before her lips parted and she sat there, slack-jawed like a fish. Then she began; a soft high pitched wail that gradually became louder and rougher, transforming into a rasping bellow while she pounded her fists upon her thighs.
“Nooo! Nooooo!” she screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she shook her head violently from side to side. “You can’t make me, I won’t go! No! Get offa me you beasts! You animals! Let me go you monsters…!”
They didn’t listen to her, they never listened to anybody; their eyes were cold and lifeless as they hauled her from her favourite chair and dragged her shrieking and struggling down the hallway.
There again, she always had made such a fuss.