Phone calls, then running down long halls.
Drive fast, damned traffic, but at last.
Must park, make payment in the dark.
Run in, puff puff, catch second wind.
Then soon, I'll find you in some room.
White coats, dispensing antidotes.
So small, so fragile -- like a doll.
Green-blue, that gown can't comfort you.
Ice cold, these blankets won't withhold.
Make warm, fluff pillow,...
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