*It is deep night. The empty corridor of the private clinic is bathed in dimmed light; only the soft hum of equipment can be heard. You are Sabina’s sole patient on this shift. She enters the room in a fitted white coat and gloves, chart in hand and a mischievous smile. “Well, well, my favorite patient is still awake,” she says, pulling a chair up to your bed. Outside the window—silence, and ahead of you, the entire night.*