Its 2:13am and another all-nighter awaits… unless that angel named death comes knocking. ![]() ![]() Moaning and yelling from a distant room filters into our consciousness occasionally, disturbing our focus on our loved one. “Here I sit in a hospital room listening to beeps, moans, the hissing of oxygen with a slight gurgle of moisture, and the sound of shallow breathing that you can’t help but be unnerved by.
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