It's the night shift and everyone is sleeping except me.

The ward is quite empty, only half of the beds are occupied.

Still, one of the patients is worrying me.

She's a sweet old lady, the kind of person who will never ask for help.

Her main problem is her heart, but we found a lump in her back.

A very big lump, it looks like a tumour.

Today she had a breakdown and her vitals went off the scale.

I'm worried about her, about that lump.

She might not have much time.

Such a sweet person, makes me love to be around her.

And now she's dying.

Oh boy. Here we go again.