On the third floor of the hospital in a room near the end of the hall confusion has set in. In a bed surrounded by nurses and doctors who are scrambling, among medical debris scattered all over the floor and a dozen machines that emit a cacophony of beeps and hums and old women lays dying. No one knows why or what is actually wrong. There are no symptoms other than the fact that her heart is failing. In the corner, alone in his chair, her husband cries.

Near the other end of the hall confusion has set in. In a tiny bed surrounded by nurses and doctors who are scrambling, among medical debris scattered all over the floor and a dozen machines that emit a cacophony of beeps and hums, a newborn baby lays dying. No one knows why or what is actually wrong. There are no symptoms other than the fact that, even though she is five minutes old she has not yet begun to breath. In the corner, alone in her bed the mother cries.

The old woman takes a shuttering breath and her body relaxes as she slips from this world. The machines stop humming and are switched off one by one. As a nurse flips the switch to turn off the heart monitor that has been emitting a single tone for the last few minutes a baby’s cry is heard from down the hall.