in the child’s game of doctor we were often short staffed.  many had mothers ill and fathers newly sober.  on my last Monday I was working a double shift as patient A and patient C.  on my break I watched patient B die so quickly I was sure she was faking.  I called for the doctor and patient B gave me this far away look as if she had just recalled the actual location of a wheelchair.  C wouldn’t make it, and B was given that location long before the lot of us could fathom.