I was passing by the nursing station on my way to do another five things when one of the respiratory therapists stepped out of the elevator. They were carrying a white cylindrical object under their arm; something like a portable oxygen tank and about the same size.
I caught their eye and asked "Hey, what's that?" nodding towards it.
"A tank," they replied.
The thought-bubble over my head flashed the words "what the fuck?!" in big letters. But outwardly, I maintained. Undaunted and chirpy, I sallied forth with naive curiosity.
"What's in it?" I asked, as they took a step ahead of me to go down the hallway.
"A mixture of gases," they said.
That was it.
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