I closed my eyes and listened to the quick muffled sounds of  nurses’ sensible shoes rushing through empty halls, the hissing and buzzing of harsh neon lights, clanging of metal pans as they’re scurried away on trollies after morning meals. Those banal and reassuring sounds familiar in hospitals everywhere. My heart was still pounding, but More

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