The Doctor Said My Daughter Might Never Wake Up, My Wife Cried, My Mother-in-Law Called It A Blessing, Then I Found the Note!
The sterile scent of an Intensive Care Unit is a sensory assault that lingers in the marrow of your bones long after you leave its walls. It is a suffocating mixture of antiseptic, floor wax, and the metallic tang of blood—a scent that marks the terrifying boundary between life and the void. I sat in…