He pays no mind to the cords attached to him as the roar of a jet sounds off overhead. There is work to be done, so he has these treatments in his office. Papers line his desk like organized chaos because there is so much to do.
His colleagues press on with work, breaking the monotonous beeps from the machine with their own distracting chatter. His hospital room is his office, his hospital bed is his desk and chair, and his hospital gown is a U.S. Air Force uniform.
The nurse walks in and begins carefully unhooking the infusion treatments so as not to disrupt the patient. His stage four cancer that started in his esophagus, has now spread to his stomach, liver, kidney and lungs, ravaging his body.