They can bring back people from death's door now. Just do more, and faster. We want more of this:
The facility may as well have been a small monument to Emily. Photographs of her plastered the walls: Emily at eight, in pigtails; Emily at nine, with a missing front tooth, smiling next to President Obama; Emily at ten, holding a plaque. At a certain point during the tour, I watched Emily look out the window to the hospital across the street. She could almost see into the corner picu room, where she had been confined for nearly a month. The rain came down in sheets. . . .
“Do you remember coming into the hospital?” I asked.
“No,” she said, looking out into the rain. “I only remember leaving.”