She was sleeping when I walked in her room, pushing the curtain aside with my elbow while cleaning my hands with Purell. She looked peaceful. Outside her window, night was falling. 1/8 "Mrs. M***," I lightly shook her left arm, which was folding across her chest. I almost never wake patients up in the hospital because their sleep is often more important than my visit. But this was my last chance. 2/8