In the Hospital Room

The sterile, rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor was the only sound breaking the silence of the VIP recovery suite at Mount Sinai Hospital. Outside the expansive window, dawn was breaking over Central Park, painting the high autumn clouds in gentle shades of rose-gold and lavender. Inside the room, the smell of antiseptic, fresh hydrangeas, and sterile gauze hung in the quiet air. Clara sat in an armchair pulled flush…