Actually it was sleep

It is always amazing to me that the Haitian patients are able to sleep in the hospital.  It is hot. The ceiling fans give little relief. It is crowded, especially in the Observation Ward where this incident occurred. You can barely squeeze in between the rolling carts that serve as beds. It is always noisy. So—the medical team approached an older man, spoke to him and touched him. No response. Thinking that he might be a stroke patient that we would be treating later, I gave him a light sternal rub. His eyes flew open and he awoke with a start. Actually it was sleep. . .