A sealed operation box with glove ports blocks the nurses' station corridor, its wheels having carved two long scratches into the floor below.

What you thinkThe scratches drag all the way from the west side, veering off course several times as if different people had taken turns pushing it. It stopped here—the doorframe ahead is too narrow for it to pass through. The rubber gloves have become brittle with age, one of them split completely at the wrist, the tear gaping outward.

ButtonLeave