I see a young boy running up the hill for me, he has an urgent look on his face. "what's you message boy?" i was aware that the hospital was sending me a messengers every week to give me a brief status report, i rarely find time to make my way down their. He makes it to the top, right in front of me, doubled over and panting heavily. "rest boy. tell me what you need to when you are rested." he was shaking his head before i could finish. he stands up straight, and i realize that he is a teenager. a little shorter than me, but well built. "urgent message from the hospital wing," he said through gasps of breathe. "concerning your wife. Its time sir, she is going into labor." my attention snaps right to him. "take me to her." i say. he lets out an exhausted breathe and begins jogging down the hill.