The hospital waiting room was less crowded and with very few people but was filled with the sounds of beeping machines and people talking. Aunt Elsie led the way, holding Herzl's hand tightly as they made their way to the front desk.

The receptionist greeted them with a wide smile and asked how she could help them —she seems new, so aunt Elsie wasn't bothered by the question and decided to reply to her casually.

“We're here to visit my niece, Ms. Fellers.” Aunt Elsie said, her voice ...