of being medicated. But the heavyset black man with the labored breathing hadn’t. Thiele gave additional shots of morphine, he thought perhaps 100 mg. He chanted Hail Marys with Karen Wynn. The man kept breathing. Perhaps his circulation was so poor that the drug wasn’t getting into him. Thiele covered his face with a towel. He remembered it took less than a minute for the man to stop breathing and die. It had gone against every fiber in his body to smother the man.
