After waking up from a coma, I spent two more weeks in the hospital without any visitors. But every night at 11 PM, a woman in scrubs sat beside me for exactly 30 minutes, never checking my vitals, just talking to me. When I asked to thank her, the nurse said, “Nobody works that shift. You must be hallucinating.” Then I found a note in my bag: “You reminded me of my son. He was alone when he passed, and I couldn’t save him. But I could comfort you. I’m not a nurse. I’m a patient who won’t make it. You will. Live with kindness. Sit with someone who’s lonely. Pass it on.” ❤️