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Hospitals are very different after hours.  Other than the beeps and moans coming from occasional rooms, there is a silence thicker than the paint on the walls.  It isn’t a dormant quiet, it is alive and pulses right through those wandering in places they shouldn’t.  It attaches itself to you and in so doing, keeps you glancing over your shoulder, for that feeling you are not alone is very real. 

Corridors become longer than they were in daylight.  There is an absence of purposeful choreography, void of clipboards and charts.  Your own footsteps are the only interruption to the silence, the quiet so heavy it almost requires a gurney, and empty nurse’s stations stand as motionless as the cadavers in the basement.

 

 

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