"Chris watched the gurney rolling through the hall with a dark interest. This man was clearly dead and the white sheet which covered him glowed in the fluorescent lights of the emergency room; an area where things never seemed to slow even in the middle of the night. The lights were always on. The mundane affairs of life and death played out in slow, painful motion.
His foot ached and pounded as if his heart had left his chest and taken up residence under his toes. He ached for sleep but refused to let his guard down.