I went inside the ward and negotiated my steps along the corridor. My peripheral vision caught the sight of a nurse who called me in less than 4 minutes ago. I could sense the sadness engulfing the place.
I knocked the door and entered the dimly lit room. There was a man lying on the bed with a woman sitting beside him.
"He just died a while ago" Sarah, my medical officer whispered to me.
I looked at his medical notes.
"33 years old. Pancreatic cancer"
(for a brief moment, Randy came to mind)
He was about my age, I thought.
As I walked away, I noticed a familiar-looking old man on TV had just finished making the Raya announcement.