Late Night Encounter at the Children’s Hospital’s ICU
Coming back once onto my son’s floor from a late evening break, a woman in the family room asked me to help look for her phone. We turned over cushions, looked under the couch, coffee table, retraced her steps in the hall. The desk attendant put down her book, brought up the lost and found box. Its sides were fingerpainted with smiley faces and names.
Coming back once onto my son’s floor from a late evening break, a woman in the family room asked me to help look for her phone. We turned over cushions, looked under the couch, coffee table, retraced her steps in the hall. The desk attendant put down her book, brought up the lost and found box. Its sides were fingerpainted with smiley faces and names.
