Errol is sound asleep and feeling his narcotics. He's healing already. All is well in our little room.

Fifteen minutes ago, the boy two rooms down passed away. 

I wouldn't have known if I hadn't asked about the partition that suddenly went up outside their room. The nurses hardly paused, the day and nigh shifts are changing, the PICU hums along with energy. 

You can feel the life here on the edge of death.