The room was 15 paces in one direction and 10 paces in the other. On one side was a small red table covered in coloring paper and markers. On the other side was a squashy tan armchair. However, most of the room was dominated by the large bed in the middle. There were rails on either side to prevent sudden rolling over.

An IV stand stood quietly in its shadowy corner, steadily dripping its fluids into the arm of the bed’s occupant.

He seemed too small for the bed, like a tiny raft in a sea of brightly colored blankets. He was dozing, huddled under his blankets, one arm peaking out to reveal the shiny IV needle in his arm and clutching a ragged teddy bear.