Steph Millett

Whispers of Strangers

The evening was shaping up to be a typical work night consisting of hospital admission reports for me to transcribe, flowing in as audio files and flowing out as perfectly formatted medical reports. Their subjects consisted of crumpled people, many far past their humane expiration date; most hospitalized with pneumonia, cancer, or kidney failure; some clinging to life on respirators, others facing the great unknown with courage and dignity. Yes, the night was nothing extraordinary, simply a typical night.