Not a medical worker, but last year my grandpa died of a massive stroke. My mom, grandma and I got to the hospital first. He was in the ER and had just come out of a procedure to try break up the clot, but it failed. 

At this point, he was conscious enough to open his eyes when you talked to him. He was coming in and out, I looked him in the eyes and promised him we’d take care of my grandma. He closed his eyes after that, never opening them again. 

My grandpa was a man who didn’t like anyone to fuss about him. The whole family came that evening and stayed by his bedside until late into the night. He was no longer conscious or responsive.  Eventually, everyone said their goodbyes, deciding to go home to get some sleep. He held on the entire time everyone was there but was gone a few hours later. In my grandpas typical fashion, he waited until everyone was gone because he wasn’t about to die in a room full of people.