It was midday on an early summer day, but the sun was hidden behind the clouds and a dark shroud had fallen over the city. a doctor, walked briskly into a hospital room and looked at his patient, an elderly and frail-looking woman, who lay motionless on the bed. Seconds later an exhausted nurse burst in with the patient's medical records. "Excuse me, Doctor," he murmured as he handed it to her. The doctor gave her a knowing smile: another round of cuts last month had left the hospital seriously understaffed. Opening the chart, he quickly scanned the nurse's daily notes. He then turned his attention to Sophia Roselli, an eighty-nine-year-old woman teetering between life and death. His sheet-covered chest rose and fell slightly, his papery skin was as pale as ash, and dark shadows outlined his deep-set eyes. He knew his time was near and reached down to gently stroke the limp hand that lay motionless on the bed. Although his eyes remained closed, he suddenly appeared in an agitated state, shaking his head from side to side. His dry lips suddenly trembled like a faint voice...