The Surgeon strides down the hall to his office, passing a series of patient rooms. The last one on the right has the door wide open.
-Mom, can you hear me? It's me, Franky. Mom? I'm here. Do you recognize me? ............. Ma?
The Surgeon pauses in the hall just outside the door. He knows the woman in the room. She had fallen the prior week and sustained a severe, inoperable cerebral hemorrhage. She can only vacantly stare off into space. The Surgeon had signed off the case after a few days. He stands in the hallway and listens. Nothing more is said. He moves on. There are patients waiting in the office.
Later that day he passes the room again. The middle aged, balding man is still sitting in a chair bedside. He's looking at his mother, a baseball cap balled up in his hands. The TV is off and no one tries to speak anymore. Silence.