I spend most of my time in a hospital bed, occasionally walking the halls to break the monotony. Yet no matter how much I wish I were able to leave, I'm simply stuck, in this purgatory like building. My room mate is an elderly man, his nurse said one day that he is 95... I can't even imagine living to 80, let alone nearly a century. I hear his cries of pain, he doesn't talk, or even really move. Just repeated cries of pain.