Well, we're down to 3 patients which means most of the nurses are being turned into the "Mercy Ship's Moving Company." We've all had our share of scrubbing, moving, stacking, and more cleaning. It's quite depressing to walk down the ward hall and not see patients milling about. Things are too quiet at times. I haven't let the sadness set in yet because if I think about it too much tears threaten to come; it seems like they have been too close to the surface as of late.