The stress and suffering were unimaginable, and in the back of her mind, she recognized that however much she had assumed she'd sympathized with her patients' families before, had known what they were going through, could put herself in their shoes...all that had been bullshit. Until you walked this path and tried to measure the sliding scale of Hell, you had no clue what it was like. The brain compulsively read into every small piece of data, the tipping between hope and loss constantly bottoming out on one side or another. And just when you thought you couldn't do it for one more night? For one more hour? For a single second? You got up and you ate something you couldn't taste and rubbed your gritty red eyes...and plugged right back into it. On