Lamb Room, underground sixth floor of the Millenium Tower, nine o’clock at night.0

Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow across the medical ward. On the bed lay a middle-aged man in a patient gown, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. An IV dripped steadily into his arm, while monitors tracked his vital signs through a web of sensors.0

A woman in a long white coat sat beside him on a swivel chair, chin propped on her hand. Her phone rested in her lap, and she swiped the screen periodically with a bored look on her...0