Huge bright red, orange and yellow poppies lined the corridor. Two nurses were playing a ball game with a boy sitting in a wheelchair, his head shaved on one side and the look in his eye far away. Little heads were resting against pillows in every ward. Some with hair. Others with none. A father was making a call on his mobile, seated at the foot of his daughter's bed. A mother was cradling the side of her son's face in the palm of her hand.
And life just keeps rolling on outside. There's nothing else it can really do.
