Entering a hospital in the middle of the night, or should I say morning, was nothing like entering it during the day. The large rotating glass door spun until Sterling, Patrick, and I were inside. Silence met us as the shiny floors surrounding the middle waiting area reflected the dimmed lighting. Within the center of two-story-tall pillars were large plants and groupings of chairs. Up to the second-floor railing, the hallways were barren. The gift shop was closed, and the ...