In the stillness of the night, the hospital seemed abandoned.
Hallways stretched into darkness, their silence broken only by the distant beep of machinery. A lone nurse walked briskly, her footsteps echoing like whispers
a place where life hung by a thread
Despite the cold metal of the bed and the clinical smell, the hospital exuded warmth. Kind eyes peered from behind masks, and gentle hands reassured worried patients.
The hospital bore the weight of its years. Cracked tiles and peeling paint revealed its history, each blemish telling a story.