And then there was the beep.
Slightly out of time, confirming the existence of another heart in a different room.
The fluorescent lights convincing us of perpetual daylight.
No windows, no clocks.
Just time passing indicated by intermittent visits of another weary professional.
Beep.
A blood stain on the floor, missed by a disinfected mop.
Beep.
A paper curtain imitating privacy.
Beep.