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         I walked down the hall to room 182. That's where Al is staying. The large hospital halls seem never-ending. Al has been here for weeks- or maybe even a month... it's been so long, I don't remember. I find the room and open the door to see my older brother sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed and Arthur by his side studying the heart monitor. He turns to greet me with a sad smile. He went back to the heart monitor as it beeps. I sit on the chair next to Alfred and sigh.  "How is he?" I ask Arthur.  " Just resting, but same as last time. Nothing's getting worse but nothing's getting better, either..." His voice sounds concerned.