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When the elevator doors opened the big brown sign was directly in our line of vision: "ICU UNIT -->"
All ICU waiting rooms are the same, filled with human beings rendered into featureless nubs by lack of sleep and constant worry. They stare at me through red rimmed eyes when I pick up the wall phone and asked to be buzzed in.
We make our way through the horseshoe of the critical ward up to the point where I crossed the threshold of the door, I refused to believe what I was told I was going to see: Robi in a coma.
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All ICU waiting rooms are the same, filled with human beings rendered into featureless nubs by lack of sleep and constant worry. They stare at me through red rimmed eyes when I pick up the wall phone and asked to be buzzed in.
We make our way through the horseshoe of the critical ward up to the point where I crossed the threshold of the door, I refused to believe what I was told I was going to see: Robi in a coma.
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