I can't help but stare. The glass walls were set in the hospital for a reason and now I'm finding it. I want to help but I can see hearts being torn apart in front of me. Even though I am above these people, I still feel small as they crush in front of me. I can hear it. I can feel it. I suddenly despise myself for feeling sorry when my employee's heads start to duck under their chests. I'm meant to be strong and forceful but my heart often screams at my head for being so heartless.
And we fall.