It is all too familiar, walking down the hallways; the grey walls, the sterile floors, the miniscule squares on the ceiling. Room after room filled with beds. Beds filled with people. People simply lying down. People simply trying to keep themselves occupied and comfortable. Neither stillness nor silence exist within these walls. The ever present noise of machines beeping and of feet scurrying is the soundtrack. The laughter that’s present outside these walls is swallowed up by moans and cries.And the smell.