She’s witnessed what most people never see — the quiet heroism that lives in hospital halls. She’s seen nurses with tired eyes and steady hands washing ashamed mothers, comforting the dying, cradling stillborn babies with the tenderness of their own. She’s watched them pray when no priest could come, work through exhaustion, miss birthdays and sleep, yet return each day with gentle smiles and open hearts. They stand at the first breath and the last, healing with more than medicine — healing with