Hope and Healing at the SICU

Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said young man,

pick yourself off the ground. I said young man, because you're in

a new place. We've got the monitors running at a steady pace. It's where the

doctors work all through the night. Searching for answers, bathed in sterile light.

Every heartbeat monitored, every breath is slow. A silent promise whispered,

a seed of hope to sow. Through the halls of healing,

where shadows softly creep. They stand against the darkness while the weary city

sleeps. With steady hands and knowledge deep, they fight the fading flame.