I reach out and press the small, red button on the side of Santino’s bed. The plastic feels cool and slightly textured under my thumb, and the soft click sounds loud in the quiet, sterile room. Almost immediately, the heavy door swings open. A doctor and two nurses walk in, their footsteps light and synchronized on the polished linoleum floor. Seeing Santino awake and sitting up, their faces break into perfect smiles. They look like they have just witnessed a miracle, but to me, it feels like ...