Fifth floor: Hematology. Disorders of the blood sounded permanent and not necessarily leading to immediate dilapidation or demise, but rather to an awaiting-tests kind of limbo. It held a mysterious curiosity of something understood by no one. Aside from an occasional hematologist. Like theoretical physics. She was fascinated and did some preliminary research. When she stepped off the elevator and out into the crimson hallway, she noticed the vampire-like pallor of the patients here, in their dark rooms, bags of blood flowing down into their fragile arms. Life, pumping in from the outside.